The lights of the lantern made us blink our eyes.

We stepped to one side.

A voice called out: "Well I'll be damned if there ain't a white feller strollin' with a nigger!" "Shut your trap," said the driver, and the stage rolled rapidly away from us.
My mind was suddenly made up as to the farm by the remark falling so brutally from these unknown lips.

I took Zoe's hands.

I drew her to me.
She was weeping.