She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. “You might have given me a chance, anyway. You won't often see white folks. "God in Heaven bless you, unhappy boy!" cried. Give me my pistol and my dagger. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her.
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