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Nella Larsen

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    The Wrong Man
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    “I’m beginning to believe,” she murmured, “that no one is ever completely happy, or free, or safe.”
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    Pain, fear, and grief were things that left their mark on people. Even love, that exquisite torturing emotion, left its subtle traces on the countenance.
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    with a woman whose life had so definitely and deliberately diverged from hers
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    But you’ve never answered my question. Tell me, honestly, haven’t you ever thought of ‘passing’?”
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    Absurd! Impossible! White people were so stupid about such things for all that they usually asserted that they were able to tell; and by the most ridiculous means: fingernails, palms of hands, shapes of ears, teeth, and other equally silly rot. They always took her for an Italian, a Spaniard, a Mexican, or a Gypsy. N
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    Margery was born for fear that she might be dark. Thank goodness, she turned out all right.
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    Irene didn’t like changes, particularly changes that affected the smooth routine of her household.
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    Looking at the woman before her, Irene Redfield had a sudden inexplicable onrush of affectionate feeling. Reaching out, she grasped Clare’s two hands in her own and cried with something like awe in her voice: “Dear God! But aren’t you lovely, Clare!”
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    Irene Redfield wished, for the first time in her life that she had not been born a Negro.
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