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,


