\"The truth is,\" said Mme. Storey relentlessly, \"Ram Lal's brown skin went no farther than his neck and wrists. I am informed by the police that his right name was Sam Gumpel. He was the son of an East Side tailor who threw him out years ago because he wouldn't work.\"
Mrs. Julian buried her face in her hands. \"No! No!\" she wailed. \"I will not believe it! Oh, spare me my last illusion!\" But in her heart she knew it was true.
\"The truth is,\" said Mme. Storey relentlessly, \"Ram Lal's brown skin went no farther than his neck and wrists. I am informed by the police that his right name was Sam Gumpel. He was the son of an East Side tailor who threw him out years ago because he wouldn't work.\"
Mrs. Julian buried her face in her hands. \"No! No!\" she wailed. \"I will not believe it! Oh, spare me my last illusion!\" But in her heart she knew it was true.
