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“
I
wonder
what
would
have
happened
if
you
had
spoken
to
her
about
the
child
?
”
he
said
,
slowly
,
as
if
he
were
trying
to
imagine
it
.
“
I
’
m
a
very
shy
person
.
I
should
never
have
courage
to
speak
to
a
stranger
,
”
I
answered
.
“
I
’
m
afraid
I
’
m
a
coward
,
too
.
She
might
have
thought
me
interfering
.
”
“
She
might
not
have
understood
,
”
he
murmured
.
“
It
was
clinging
to
her
dress
when
she
walked
away
down
the
platform
,
”
I
went
on
.
“
I
dare
say
you
noticed
it
then
?
”
“
Not
as
you
did
.
I
wish
I
had
noticed
it
more
,
”
was
his
answer
.
“
Poor
little
White
One
!
”
That
led
us
into
our
talk
about
the
White
People
.
He
said
he
did
not
think
he
was
exactly
an
observant
person
in
some
respects
.
Remembering
his
books
,
which
seemed
to
me
the
work
of
a
man
who
saw
and
understood
everything
in
the
world
,
I
could
not
comprehend
his
thinking
that
,
and
I
told
him
so
.
But
he
replied
that
what
I
had
said
about
my
White
People
made
him
feel
that
he
must
be
abstracted
sometimes
and
miss
things
.
He
did
not
remember
having
noticed
the
rare
fairness
I
had
seen
.
He
smiled
as
he
said
it
,
because
,
of
course
,
it
was
only
a
little
thing
—
that
he
had
not
seen
that
some
people
were
so
much
fairer
than
others
.
“
But
it
has
not
been
a
little
thing
to
you
,
evidently
.
That
is
why
I
am
even
rather
curious
about
it
,
”
he
explained
.
“
It
is
a
difference
definite
enough
to
make
you
speak
almost
as
if
they
were
of
a
different
race
from
ours
.
”
I
sat
silent
a
few
seconds
,
thinking
it
over
.
Suddenly
I
realized
what
I
had
never
realized
before
.
