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Nella Larsen

Passing

    faithlee999цитирует3 месяца назад
    But you’ve never answered my question. Tell me, honestly, haven’t you ever thought of ‘passing’?”
    faithlee999цитирует3 месяца назад
    with a woman whose life had so definitely and deliberately diverged from hers
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    They always took her for an Italian, a Spaniard, a Mexican, or a gipsy. Never, when she was alone, had they even remotely seemed to suspect that she was a Negro. No, the woman sitting there staring at her couldn’t possibly know.
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    Again she looked up, and for a moment her brown eyes politely returned the stare of the other’s black ones, which never for an instant fell or wavered. Irene made a little mental shrug. Oh well, let her look! She tried to treat the woman and her watching with indifference, but she couldn’t. All her efforts to ignore her, it, were futile. She stole another glance. Still looking. What strange languorous eyes she had!
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    For the first time she was aware that Bellew was not in the little group shivering in the small hallway. What did that mean?
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    What if Clare was not dead?

    She felt nauseated, as much at the idea of the glorious body mutilated as from fear.
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    Should she put on her coat? Felise had rushed down without any wrap. So had all the others. So had Brian. Brian! He mustn’t take cold. She took up his coat and left her own.
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    But there would be questions. She hadn’t thought of them, of afterwards, of this. She had thought of nothing in that sudden moment of action.
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    Quickly she stood up and went noiselessly into the bedroom and closed the door softly behind her.
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    “It was an accident, a terrible accident,” she muttered fiercely. “It was.”
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    If only she could be as free of mental as she was of bodily vigour; could only put from her memory the vision of her hand on Clare’s arm!
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    Gone! The soft white face, the bright hair, the disturbing scarlet mouth, the dreaming eyes, the caressing smile, the whole torturing loveliness that had been Clare Kendry. That beauty that had torn at Irene’s placid life. Gone! The mocking daring, the gallantry of her pose, the ringing bells of her laughter.

    Irene wasn’t sorry. She was amazed, incredulous almost.
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    Irene stayed behind. She sat down and remained quite still, staring at a ridiculous Japanese print on the wall across the room.
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    There was a gasp of horror, and above it a sound not quite human, like a beast in agony. “Nig! My God! Nig!”
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    She ran across the room, her terror tinged with ferocity, and laid a hand on Clare’s bare arm. One thought possessed her. She couldn’t have Clare Kendry cast aside by Bellew. She couldn’t have her free.
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    Clare stood at the window, as composed as if everyone were not staring at her in curiosity and wonder, as if the whole structure of her life were not lying in fragments before her. She seemed unaware of any danger or uncaring. There was even a faint smile on her full, red lips, and in her shining eyes.
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    Careful. You’re the only white man here.”
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    So you’re a nigger, a damned dirty nigger!” His voice was a snarl and a moan, an expression of rage and of pain.
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    Then the roar of John Bellew’s voice above all the other noises of the room:
    Sofia Vasilevaцитирует7 месяцев назад
    I’m Redfield. What the devil’s the matter with you?”
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