Eh! I can see it's different," she answered almostsympathetically. "I dare say it's because there's sucha lot o' blacks there instead o' respectable white people.
　　
When I heard you was comin' from India I thought you was a blacktoo."Mary sat up in bed furious.
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What!" she said. "What! You thought I was a native.You--you daughter of a pig!"Martha stared and looked hotWho are you callin' names?" she said. "You needn't beso vexed. That's not th' way for a young lady to talk.
　　
I've nothin' against th' blacks. When you read about 'emin tracts they're always very religious. You always readas a black's a man an' a brother. I've never seen a black an'I was fair pleased to think I was goin' to see one closeWhen I come in to light your fire this mornin' I crep'up to your bed an' pulled th' cover back careful to lookat you. An' there you was," disappointedly, "no more blackthan me--for all you're so yeller."Mary did not even try to control her rage and humiliation.
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You thought I was a native! You dared! You don't knowanything about natives! They are not people--they're servantswho must salaam to you. You know nothing about India.
　　
You know nothing about anything!"She was in student development programme such a rage and felt so helpless before the girl'ssimple stare, and somehow she suddenly felt so horriblylonely and far away from everything she understoodand which understood her, that she threwherselffacedownward on the pillows and burst into passionate sobbing.
　　
She sobbed so unrestrainedly that good-natured YorkshireMartha was a little frightened and quite sorry for her.She went to the bed and bent over her.Eh! you mustn't cry like that there!" she begged.
　　

"You mustn't for sure. I didn't know Bachelor of Business adminstration you'd be vexed.I don't know anythin' about anythin'--just like you said.