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The Yellow Face

           Inthecorner,stoopingoveradesk,theresatwhatappearedtobealittlegirl.Herfacewasturnedawayasweentered,butwecouldseethatshewasdressedinaredfrock,andthatshehadlongwhitegloveson.Asshewhiskedroundtous,Igaveacryofsurpriseandhorror.Thefacewhichsheturnedtowardsuswasofthestrangestlividtint,andthefeatureswereabsolutelydevoidofanyexpression.Aninstantlaterthemysterywasexplained.Holmes,withalaugh,passedhishandbehindthechild’sear,amaskpeeledofffromhercountenance,andtherewasalittlecoal-blacknegress,withallherwhiteteethflashinginamusementatouramazedfaces.Iburstoutlaughing,outofsympathywithhermerriment;butGrantMunrostoodstaring,withhishandclutchinghisthroat.

           "MyGod!"hecried."Whatcanbethemeaningofthis?"

           "Iwilltellyouthemeaningofit,"criedthelady,sweepingintotheroomwithaproud,setface."Youhaveforcedme,againstmyownjudgment,totellyou,andnowwemustbothmakethebestofit.MyhusbanddiedatAtlanta.Mychildsurvived."

           "Yourchild?"

           Shedrewalargesilverlocketfromherbosom."Youhaveneverseenthisopen."

           "Iunderstoodthatitdidnotopen."

           Shetouchedaspring,andthefronthingedback.Therewasaportraitwithinofamanstrikinglyhandsomeandintelligent-looking,butbearingunmistakablesignsuponhisfeaturesofhisAfricandescent.

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