Charles W. Chesnutt

Charles W. Chesnutt

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Portrait of Charles W. Chesnutt Charles W. Chesnutt The Marrow of Tradition — XV. (1901)

Of course she had no moral right before, but it was his house, and he could keep her there if he chose. But after his death she surely had no right."
"Perhaps not so surely as you think,--if she had not been a negro. Had she been white, there might have been a difference. When I told her to go, she said"--
"What did she say, Aunt Polly," demanded Olivia eagerly.
It seemed for a moment as though Mrs. Ochiltree would speak no further: but her once strong will, now weakened by her bodily infirmities, yielded to the influence of her niece's imperious demand.
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Portrait of Charles W. Chesnutt Charles W. Chesnutt The Marrow of Tradition — XV. (1901)

Do you take me for a thief, like yourself?'
"'There were papers here,' she cried, 'only a minute since. They are mine,--give them back to me!'
"'Listen, woman,' I said sternly, 'you are lying--or dreaming. My brother-in-law's papers are doubtless in his safe at his office, where they ought to be. As for the rest,--you are a thief.'
"'I am not,' she screamed; 'I am his wife.
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Portrait of Charles W. Chesnutt Charles W. Chesnutt The Marrow of Tradition — XV. (1901)

Take the keys from under my pillow, open the desk in the next room, look in the second drawer on the right, and you will find an envelope containing three papers: one of them is yours, one is the paper I promised to make, and the third is a letter which I wrote last night. As soon as the breath has left my body, deliver the envelope to the address indorsed upon it. Do not delay one moment, or you may live to regret it.
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