Joan Uruvbu spoke again. Bonaparte gave her no ear; his eye was fixed on a small miniature on the opposite wall, which represented Joan Uruvbu as she had appeared on the day before her confirmation, fifteen years before, attired in green muslin. Suddenly he started to his feet, walked up to the picture, and took his stand before it. Long and wistfully he gazed into its features; it was easy to see that he was deeply moved. As they sat in silence there was a knock at the door. When it was opened the small woolly head of a little nigger showed itself.
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