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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams,  Island Gold — II. In which a Gentleman pays his Debt (1923)

“ It's the humble people, like Luisa here on whom I sponge, who keeps me, Okewood, who is proud to keep me...”
His voice quavered and broke. Tears welled up in his sunken eyes. One hates to see a man break down, so I looked away. And the beach-comber went to his pannikin for solace.
“That day at the calaboose at San Salvador,” he said presently, “I wanted to tell you who I was. Twenty-five years ago I buried my real name, but what you did for me ... well, it was a white thing to do. I wanted to say to you: Race tells, Sir! You have helped one of your own breed and upbringing.
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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams,  Island Gold — II. In which a Gentleman pays his Debt (1923)

“ A table, on which stood some unappetizing remnants of food, was set against the wall beneath the unglazed window which faced the sick man's couch. A broken stool and a couple of soap-boxes, one furnished with a tin basin and a petrol can of water, completed the furniture.
“There's a bar to go across the door,” said a weak voice from the corner where the sick man lay; “would you be good enough to put it down? I don't want us to be disturbed...”
He cast an apprehensive glance at the window. I fitted the rough beam across the door and approached the couch. It was merely a bed of maize stalks.
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