I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. "He'll not trouble you on the liquor side, Mac. In Old Palace Yard everybody ran. Maggot, kissing her hand to him. Then he lifted the black cloak-like garment from the floor. His first reaction had been explosive as the hurts of the past rose up to taunt him. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say.
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