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It was obvious that Stuart could not sleuth this Cuban, Manuel, without an instant guess being made of his identity, for white boys were rare in Haiti. If only he were not white. If only Stuart thumped on the ground in his excitement. Why could he not stain his skin coffee-color, like a Haitian boy? If sufficiently ragged, he might be able to pass without suspicion.
But they had their own school, which looked externally quite like all the others in town, and their playground, beaten bare like that of the Washington Street School, was filled with laughing, shouting children, ranging from shoe-black through coffee-color to those occasional tragic ones with white skin and blue eyes, but with the telltale kink in the fair hair and the bluish half-moon at the base of the finger-nails.
All the water of the sound as far as I noticed was pale coffee-color like that of the streams in boggy woods. How much of this color was due to the inflow of the flooded streams many times increased in size and number by the rain, and how much to the beating of the waves along the shore stirring up vegetable matter in shallow bays, I cannot determine. The effect, however, was very marked.
Every little rill and springlet ran like a mill-tail, while the main stream rushed and roared, foaming, leaping, lashing, its volume increased fifty-fold. The water was not roily, but of a rich coffee-color, from the leachings of the woods. No more trout for the next three days! we thought, as we looked upon the rampant stream.
What do you think of our young Iris? I began. Fust-rate little filly;-he said. Pootiest and nicest little chap I've seen since the schoolma'am left. Schoolma'am was a brown-haired one, eyes coffee-color. This one has got wine-colored eyes, 'n' that 's the reason they turn a fellah's head, I suppose. This is a splendid blonde, I said, the other was a brunette. Which style do you like best?
What do you think of our young Iris? I began. Fust-rate little filly; he said. Pootiest and nicest little chap I've seen since the schoolma'am left. Schoolma'am was a brown-haired one, eyes coffee-color. This one has got wine-colored eyes, 'n' that's the reason they turn a fellah's head, I suppose. This is a splendid blonde, I said, the other was a brunette. Which style do you like best?
Every little rill and springlet ran like a mill-tail, while the main stream rushed and roared, foaming, leaping, lashing, its volume increased fifty-fold. The water was not roily, but of a rich coffee-color, from the leachings of the woods. No more trout for the next three days! we thought, as we looked upon the rampant stream.
What do you think of our young Iris? I began. Fust-rate little filly;-he said. Pootiest and nicest little chap I've seen since the schoolma'am left. Schoolma'am was a brown-haired one, eyes coffee-color. This one has got wine-colored eyes, 'n' that 's the reason they turn a fellah's head, I suppose. This is a splendid blonde, I said, the other was a brunette. Which style do you like best?
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