have any
idea who
your
parents
were？” If
she could
have seen
his face
she would
have found
it sullen，
brooding。“Except
that one
of them
was part
nigger。
Like I
told you
before。”
She was
still
looking at
him；her
voice told
him that。
It was
quiet，
impersonal，
interested
without
being
curious。“How
do you
know
that？” He
didn't
answer for
some time。
Then he
said：“I
don't know
it。”Again
his voice
ceased；by
its sound
she knew
that he
was
looking
away，
