She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. . Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks— men’s boots. It filled her with indefinable fear. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. Impelled by a feeling, into which we shall not pause to inquire, the stranger started after them; but they were better mounted, and soon distanced him. Sheppard.
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