They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. The deafening report froze time. I—well, I lost my temper. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. Michelle stood perplexed. The path he had selected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. To his great joy he found a small garret-door in the roof of the opposite house open. “He tried it. She was wholly unable to conceal her knowledge of his presence. Directly in range stood the strange young man, although he was at the far side of the loft.
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