William Faulkner Foundation Collection, 1918-1959, Accession #6074 to 6074-d, Albert and Shirley Small Special Collections,
University of Virginia Library, Charlottesville, Va. [Item Metadata: "Elly" ("Selvage") Autograph manuscript, 7 p. (6 R, 1 V) on 6 l.]
Having to walk along the streets and go to parties and all of them thinking There she is; she's going to sleep with Jared in less than a
"Get out, now," he said. He began to open his door.
"Wait," she said. He paused.
"This is not the house."
They drove on. "Here," she said.
He stopped, watching her. "So you say," he said. "How am I to know?"
She looked at him. "Do you know, you weren't a nigger to me until then. But now you are." Corinthia Bowman and a nigger laying on a
In the room the aunt and her cousin – a girl of her own age – waited with expressions of identical polite surprise. In a chair before the
"Who is that, Corinthia?" she said.
"It's Mr de Montigny, grandmother," she shouted. "Jared couldn't — "
"Mr de Montigny!" she screamed. "Jared couldn't get away from the office, so Paul — "
The grandmother stared at Paul, at his thick dark smooth skin, his close crisp hair, <his hot, proud, tragic hazel eyes> She did not
"Yes, ma'am," Paul said.
"I said, is he of the Louisiana de Montignys, Corinthia?"
"Ah," the grandmother said, "a crillo." <S>Motionless, their faces [arrested?] like the faces of people [acting?] while submerged in a tank of water, they
<The grandmother did not come down to supper. The <aunt> servant went up but the door was locked. "We'll have to excuse her," the
<After the meal Corinthia played the piano>
<Half way up the stairs Corinthia halted. She could hear Paul's voice from the living room where he and the aunt and uncle sat. The grandmother had