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| 14 | 1012 | He had traced a line with his View more quotes about right">right index finger across his forehead, from left to right, and had then opened his hand and moved it downward, toward his shoulder, in the combing motion. |
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| 14 | 1009 | "Good. |
| 14 | 1010 | And this?" "A white woman?" I asked. |
| 14 | 1011 | "Yes," he said. |
| 14 | 1012 | He had traced a line with his right index finger across his forehead, from left to right, and had then opened his hand and moved it downward, toward his shoulder, in the combing motion. |
| 14 | 1013 | "What do you think this means?" he asked. |
| 14 | 1014 | He then made the combing motions with his hand, and then lowered his head and looked at his left wrist, which he grasped firmly in his right hand, the left wrist, the weaker wrist, helpless in the grip of the stronger. |
| 14 | 1015 | "I am not sure," I said. |