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Portrait of A. E. W. Mason A. E. W. Mason The Broken Road — XIV: In the Courtyard (1907)

But Shere Ali raised his hand in a gesture of entreaty.
"Hush!" he said with a smile; and the smile pleaded with her as much as did his words. "Just for a moment! We can argue afterwards. Just for a moment, let us pretend."
Violet Oliver had expected anger, accusations, prayers. Even for some threat, some act of violence, she had come prepared. But the quiet wistfulness of his manner, as of a man too tired greatly to long for anything, took her at a disadvantage.
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Portrait of A. E. W. Mason A. E. W. Mason The Broken Road — XIV: In the Courtyard (1907)

His face had grown white and haggard, the face of a tortured man; his hands trembled, his eyes were fierce with longing.
"Oh, don't," she cried, and so great was her trouble that for once she did not choose her words. "You know that it's impossible. We can't alter these things."
She meant by "these things" the natural law that white shall mate with white, and brown with brown; and so Shere Ali understood her. He ceased to plead. There came a dreadful look upon his face.
"Oh, I know," he exclaimed brutally. "You would be marrying a nigger."
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Portrait of A. E. W. Mason A. E. W. Mason The Broken Road — XIV: In the Courtyard (1907)

She had not herself any very strong feeling on the subject of colour. She was not repelled, as men are repelled. But she was aware, nevertheless, how strong the feeling was in others. She had not lived in India for nothing. Marriage with Shere Ali was impossible, even had she wished for it. It meant ostracism and social suicide.
"Where should I live?" she went on. "In Chiltistan? What life would there be there for me?"
"No," he replied. "I would not ask it. I never thought of it. In England. We could live there!"
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