He foresaw, too plainly, how the white town and Niggertown would react to this fight. The light he carried declined from a beam to a twinkling here and there, and then vanished in credit The magnificence of his surroundings revived his late dream of a honeymoon with Cissie. He closed the door, walked across the brilliant room, and opened the shutters. Even if this should end terribly for me, as Cissie imagines, my life won't be wasted. Perhaps in time he would come to forget her, and in so doing he would forget the pauperism and pettinesses of all the black folk of the South. He thought he would like to get a kick of "white mule" to put a little heart in him. Siner-r, are jest like one big village, with the river-r for its Main Street.