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stirred his emotion in an odd fashion. When old Caroline raised her
head, she found her son staring with impersonal eyes not at herself, but
at the whole room, including her. The old woman was perplexed and a
little apprehensive.
"Why, son!" she ejaculated, "didn' you bow yo' haid while yo' mammy ast
de grace?"
Peter was a little confused at his remissness. Then he leaned a little
forward to explain the sudden glamour which for a moment had
transfigured the interior of their kitchen. But even as he started to
speak, he realized that what he meant to say would only confuse his
mother; therefore he cast about mentally for some other explanation of
his behavior, but found nothing at hand.
"I hope you ain't forgot yo' 'ligion up at de 'versity, son."
"Oh, no, no, indeed, Mother, but just at that moment, just as you bowed
your head, you know, it struck me that--that there is something noble in
our race." That was the best he could put it to her.
"Noble--"
"Yes. You know," he went on a little quickly, "sometimes I--I've thought
my father must have been a noble man.


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