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mdp.39015000252448	Toomer, Jean,	Cane With a foreword by Waldo Frank	1923		.txt	text/plain	29619	3844	99	The last thing that I remember was whipping old Dan like fury; I remember nothing when compared with his, you will know my feeling when I follow the curves of her profile, like Esther looks like a little white child, starched, Glowing like a fired pine-knot, it illumined the great door and soft showered the house like antennæ of a dead thing, stuffed, own body were the mass-heart of a black audience listening to them singing, he wants to heard em say that men who look like him (what where she goes to bed of nights, a soft thing like Soft girl-eyes, they set him singing. "Dont know, Muriel-wanted to see youwanted to talk to you—to see you and tell you "But Muriel, life is full of things like that. black man swings the door for them, his eyes Layman: White folks know that niggers talk, Halsey: Come on down this way, folks.	./cache/mdp.39015000252448.pdf	./txt/mdp.39015000252448.txt