I forgot you're an old friend of George's." "He's a white man!" said the girl decidedly.
"Ye used to know him ?" continued Rawlins.
"Once.

Paw ain't in that line now," she said simply.
There was such a sublime unconsciousness of any moral degradation involved in this allusion that even Hale accepted it without a shock.
She rose presently, and, going to the little sideboard, brought out a number of glasses; these she handed to each of the party, and then, producing a demijohn of whiskey, slung it dexterously and gracefully over her arm, so that it rested on her elbow like a cradle, and, going to each one in succession, filled their glasses.

It obliged each one to rise to accept the libation, and as Hale did so in his turn he met the dark eyes of the girl full on his own.

There was a pleased curiosity in her glance that made this married man of thirty-five color as awkwardly as a boy.
The tender of refreshment being understood as a tacit recognition of their claims to a larger hospitality, all further restraint was removed.
Zenobia resumed her seat, and placing her elbow on the arm of her chair, and her small round chin in her hand, looked thoughtfully in the fire.
"When I say George Lee's a white man, it ain't because I know him.
It's his general gait.

Wot's he ever done that's underhanded or mean?
Nothin'! You kant show the poor man he's ever took a picayune from.