November in Hyde Park
Patricia Espir
The recitations were over for the day. It was the first week in November and it had rained about every day the entire week; now freezing temperature added to the discomforture of the dismal season. The lingering equinoctial whirled the last clinging yellow leaves from the trees on the campus and strewed them over the deserted paths, while from the leaden sky fluttering snow-white flakes gave an unexpected touch of winter to the scene.
Så börjar Pauline E. Hopkins bok ” Of one blood: or, The hidden self”.
Paulin var en svart författare som tidigt skrev om ras- och kvinnofrågor.
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