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Presently her husband entered the area, and without noticing her, went to a table and started out to search among some papers which covered it. "Armand," she called to him, in a voice which must have stabbed him, if he was human. But he didn't notice. "Armand," she said again. Then she rose and tottered towards him. "Armand," she panted once again, clutching his arm, "check out our child. What does it mean? tell me." He coldly but gently loosened her fingers from about his arm and thrust the hand from him. "Tell me what this means!" she cried despairingly. "It means," he answered lightly, "that the child is not white; this means that you are not white." An instant conception of most that accusation meant for her nerved her with unwonted courage to deny it. "It really is a lie; it isn't true, I am white! Look at my hair, it is brown; and my eyes are gray, Armand, you know these are gray. And my skin is fair," seizing his wrist. "Look at my hand; whiter than yours, Armand," she laughed hysterically. "As white as La Blanche's," he returned cruelly; and went away leaving her alone with their child.
