Who is the other?” “What other?” Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. "Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. She is not in the least like the descriptions of her. “He is addressing a meeting of his constituents somewhere,” Annabel answered. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. Was she interested in that young ass who was risking his bones over there in the city? They had come up on the same boat. He guided himself between her legs. " The lad made no answer, but left the room.
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