Bricks Without Straw by Albion Winegar Tourgée
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to their feet, and the ways and forms of ordinary business as
marvelous to their minds as the etiquette of the king's palace to a peasant who has only looked from afar upon its pinnacled roof. The recent statute had imposed upon the clerk a labor of no little difficulty because of this very ignorance on the part of those whom he was required to serve; but he was well rewarded. The clerk was a man of portly presence, given to his ease, who smoked a long-stemmed pipe as he sat beside a table which, in addition to his papers and writing materials, held a bucket of water on which floated a clean gourd, in easy reach of his hand. "Be you the clerk, sail?" said a straight young colored man, whose clothing had a hint of the soldier in it, as well as his respectful but unusually collected bearing. "Yes," said the clerk, just glancing up, but not intermitting his work; "what do you want?" "If you please, sah, we wants to be married, Lugena and me." "_Registered_, you mean, I suppose?" "No, we don't, sah; we means _married_." "I can't marry you. You'll have to get a license and be married by a magistrate or a minister." "But I heard der was a law---" "Have you been living together as man and wife?" |
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