She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that he had said. But no matter how you phrase it, the end is the same. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. Folks don’t like ’em. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. “Anna,” he cried eagerly. “Ah, Vee,” he said, “that’s better! and kissed her back rather clumsily. You need only answer me truthfully and you have nothing to fear. God, we suck.
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