I suppose you
have a humanitarian feeling about negroes and
Chinese. Wait till you've been at their mercy!
"Well, I learned to do the tricks. I was not
quite deformed enough; but they set that right
with an artificial hump and made the most of this
foot and arm---- And the Zambos are not critical;
they're easily satisfied if only they can get
hold of some live thing to torture--the fool's dress
makes a good deal of difference, too.
"The only difficulty was that I was so often ill
and unable to play. Sometimes, if the manager
was out of temper, he would insist on my coming
into the ring when I had these attacks on; and I
believe the people liked those evenings best.
Once, I remember, I fainted right off with the pain
in the middle of the performance---- When I
came to my senses again, the audience had got
round me--hooting and yelling and pelting me
with------"
"Don't! I can't hear any more! Stop, for
God's sake!"
She was standing up with both hands over her
ears. He broke off, and, looking up, saw the
glitter of tears in her eyes.
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