A yellow stain is a yellow stain, Though the heart is white and the brain is white; And a lonely man is a lonely man, That’s reason eno’ for me. The speaker rose, and stood stretching a languid length against the railing of the verandah, his tall figure outlined in its white clothes against the overhanging foliage.…
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