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...gentleman who loves to see the tobacco grow and the young fillies fill out. He wants to keep Virginia for the folks who love Virginia. Yassuh. He can keep Virginia if it is the same state that Madeline Carrol comes back to. She comes back to sell the ole homestead, but the feel of the good earth under her fingernails brings back the days when MacMurray used to wash the little mole on her right leg. Or was it her left leg? Anyway she stays and gets everything mixed up. It's all mixed up. There's old negroes wandering...
...four-cornered triangle. The other two are Stoney's wandering wife, a man-crazy flibbertigibbet (never seen in the flesh) who once had an affair with Norman, and Charlie Dunterry (Madeleine Carroll), a Southerner reared in the north who comes back to have a look at her family homestead...
...enormous black caverns, grimy, goggled pygmies crawled through the gloom, eating while they worked, shuffling home after their eight hours to their ugly homes in Duquesne, Clairton, Homestead, on the cliffs of Pittsburgh's South Side. The grimy little men and their doings were far less spectacular than the infernal mills. But if the men quit, so would the white-hot flow of steel...
They began flaunting their bare skin because "Adam had no clothes before he sinned. We have not sinned." They thrived on arrest, seemed to crave martyrdom. They refused to register homesteads, furnish vital statistics, send children to school, although they had promised to do so when entering Canada and were exempt from military service. They protested by ingrained habit long after oppression disappeared. They could not comprehend that Canada was not Tsardom, redcoated Mounties not Cossacks, census-takers not conscription officers, homestead laws not a landlord's tyranny. All Dukhobor benefactors (including Tolstoy) were soon fed up, regretted having...
...Nothing would cure him. He finally packed up and went home, resolved never to touch a drop again. One thing that consoled him: his leaping great-grandfather had lived to the ripe age of 87; his great-aunt, 72, and great-uncle, 81, were still dancing around the old homestead in the South...