I went from home and made many friends both at college and in foreign lands. I grew up to be wayward, self-indulgent, proud, and imperious. “My father died,” said Eugene, “as you know, when I was too young to know his loss or feel his care and, being an only child, I was petted and spoiled. “Well, Eugene, your course is _so_ singular! I do wish that you would tell me why you take this unprecedented step?”Įugene laid aside his cigar, looked thoughtfully at Lorraine, and said, “Well, Alfred, as we are kinsmen and life-long friends, I will not resent your asking my reason for doing that which seems to you the climax of absurdity, and if you will have the patience to listen I will tell you.” “I know it,” said Eugene, sadly, “but I have weighed the consequences, and am prepared to take them.”
One drop of negro blood in her veins curses all the rest.” “Oh, come now she isn’t much of a negro.” “Don’t you know that if she is as fair as a lily, beautiful as a houri, and chaste as ice, that still she is a negro?” “I think you have done that already,” said Lorraine. Race? Don’t eye me so curiously I am not losing my senses.”
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