The Wife of his Youth and Other Stories of the Color Line, and Selected Essays by Charles W. (Charles Waddell) Chesnutt
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history it is hardly possible. If I learned it, I should forget it,
unless, perchance, it should enhance your value in my eyes, by stamping you as a rare work of nature, an exception to the law of heredity, a triumph of pure beauty and goodness over the grosser limitations of matter. I cannot imagine, now that I know you, anything that could make me love you less. I would marry you just the same--even if you were one of your dancing-class to-night." "I must go back to them," said Clara, as the music ceased. "My answer," he urged, "give me my answer!" "Not to-night, John," she pleaded. "Grant me a little longer time to make up my mind--for your sake." "Not for my sake, Clara, no." "Well--for mine." She let him take her in his arms and kiss her again. "I have a patient yet to see to-night," he said as he went out. "If I am not detained too long, I may come back this way--if I see the lights in the hall still burning. Do not wonder if I ask you again for my answer, for I shall be unhappy until I get it." II A stranger entering the hall with Miss Hohlfelder would have seen, at |
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