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have any

idea who

your

parents

were？” If

she could

have seen

his face

she would

have found

it sullen，

brooding。“Except

that one

of them

was part

nigger。

Like I

told you

before。”

She was

still

looking at

him；her

voice told

him that。

It was

quiet，

impersonal，

interested

without

being

curious。“How

do you

know

that？” He

didn't

answer for

some time。

Then he

said：“I

don't know

it。”Again

his voice

ceased；by

its sound

she knew

that he

was

looking

away，