E.
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain,
May be refin'd and join th'angelic train.
F.
His
hatred of his wife glittered and sparkled in every word he spoke to
her. The disappointment he felt in his daughters sifted down on them
like ash, dulling their buttery complexions and choking the lilt out of
what should have been girlish voices. Under the frozen heat of his
glance they tripped over door sills and dropped the salt cellar into the
yolks of their poached eggs...
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