William Dean Howells,
A Hazard of New Fortunes — Part First…
(1890)
“ How could I have lost my head so completely?" she said, with a lenient amusement in her aberration which she was not always able to feel in her husband's."The next time a colored janitor opens the door to us, I'll tell him the apartment doesn't suit at the threshold. It's the only way to manage you, Isabel.""It's true. I am in love with the whole race. I never saw one of them that didn't have perfectly angelic manners. I think we shall all be black in heaven--that is, black-souled.""That isn't the usual theory," said March. ”
