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I
think
I
saw
this
expression
first
when
we
began
to
speak
of
our
meeting
in
the
railway
carriage
,
and
I
mentioned
the
poor
little
fair
child
my
heart
had
ached
so
for
.
“
It
was
such
a
little
thing
and
it
did
so
want
to
comfort
her
!
Its
white
little
clinging
hands
were
so
pathetic
when
they
stroked
and
patted
her
,
”
I
said
.
“
And
she
did
not
even
look
at
it
.
”
He
did
not
start
,
but
he
hesitated
in
a
way
which
almost
produced
the
effect
of
a
start
.
Long
afterward
I
remembered
it
.
“
The
child
!
”
he
said
.
“
Yes
.
But
I
was
sitting
on
the
other
side
.
And
I
was
so
absorbed
in
the
poor
mother
that
I
am
afraid
I
scarcely
saw
it
.
Tell
me
about
it
.
”
“
It
was
not
six
years
old
,
poor
mite
,
”
I
answered
.
“
It
was
one
of
those
very
fair
children
one
sees
now
and
then
.
It
was
not
like
its
mother
.
She
was
not
one
of
the
White
People
.
”
“
The
White
People
?
”
he
repeated
quite
slowly
after
me
.
“
You
don
’
t
mean
that
she
was
not
a
Caucasian
?
Perhaps
I
don
’
t
understand
.
”
That
made
me
feel
a
trifle
shy
again
.
Of
course
he
could
not
know
what
I
meant
.
How
silly
of
me
to
take
it
for
granted
that
he
would
!
“
I
beg
pardon
.
I
forgot
,
”
I
even
stammered
a
little
.
“
It
is
only
my
way
of
thinking
of
those
fair
people
one
sees
,
those
very
fair
ones
,
you
know
—
the
ones
whose
fairness
looks
almost
transparent
.
There
are
not
many
of
them
,
of
course
;
but
one
can
’
t
help
noticing
them
when
they
pass
in
the
street
or
come
into
a
room
.
You
must
have
noticed
them
,
too
.
I
always
call
them
,
to
myself
,
the
White
People
,
because
they
are
different
from
the
rest
of
us
.
The
poor
mother
wasn
’
t
one
,
but
the
child
was
.
Perhaps
that
was
why
I
looked
at
it
,
at
first
.
It
was
such
a
lovely
little
thing
;
and
the
whiteness
made
it
look
delicate
,
and
I
could
not
help
thinking
—
”
I
hesitated
,
because
it
seemed
almost
unkind
to
finish
.
“
You
thought
that
if
she
had
just
lost
one
child
she
ought
to
take
more
care
of
the
other
,
”
he
ended
for
me
.
There
was
a
deep
thoughtfulness
in
his
look
,
as
if
he
were
watching
me
.
I
wondered
why
.
