“It was a bad day for me,” he said, speaking slowly and painfully. "Put it under my pillow," he said. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. It is the only way. Down there, whisky raises the very devil with white men. Slowly and reluctantly she came to realize that Vivie Warren was what is called an “ideal. I never saw a man who wasn't.
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