Knowles looked at her.
"Would you touch her?
I forgot you were born down South.

Put it down, and come on." They went out of the door.

Margret stopped, looking back.
"Did I call it a bit of hell?
It 's only a glimpse of the under-life of America,--God help us!--where all men are born free and equal." The air in the passage grew fouler.

She leaned back faint and shuddering.

He did not heed her.