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From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. Sir John stood upon the threshold. "What is a sing-song girl?" she asked. This light did not remain stationary, but could be seen at one moment glimmering through the rents in the roof, and at another shining through the cracks in the wall, or the broken panes of the casement. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. She felt very awkward as she stared at 103 the top of his ashen hair.
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