What else could I mean?
Could you suppose, sir, the expression which you may have heard me use--'my downtrodden country'-- includes blacks and mulattoes?
What is that up yonder in the sky?
The moon.

The new moon, or the old moon, or the moon in her third quarter, but always the moon! Which part of it?
Why, the shining part--the white part, always and only! Not that there is a prejudice against the negro.

By no means.

Wherever he can be of any service in a strictly menial capacity we kindly and generously tolerate his presence." Was the immigrant growing wise, or weak, that he remained silent?
Agricola rose as he concluded and said he would go home.

Doctor Keene gave him his hand lazily, without rising.
"Frowenfeld," he said, with a smile and in an undertone, as Agricola's footsteps died away, "don't you know who that woman is ?" "No." "Well, I'll tell you." He told him.
* * * * * On that lonely plantation at the Cannes Brulees, where Aurore Nancanou's childhood had been passed without brothers or sisters, there had been given her, according to the well-known custom of plantation life, a little quadroon slave-maid as her constant and only playmate.