"Tell her if Adah be her child, or--'Lina--which ?" Had a clap of thunder cleft the air around her, 'Lina could not have started up sooner than she did.

The convict took his eyes away from her, pitying her so much, while Densie's bony hand was raised as if to thrust her off, and Densie's voice exclaimed: "Not this, not this.

She despises me, a white nigger.

I will not be her mother.

The other one--Densie, I named her--she is mine--" The convict shook his head.