as sitting .I buried my head in her lap and cried out:“Mother ,tell me ,am I a nigger ?”I could not see her face ,but I felt her hands on my head .I looked up into her face . There were tears in her eyes and I could see that she was suffering for me . And then it was that I looked at her critically for the first time. I had thought of her in a childish way only as the most beautiful woman in the world; now I looked at her searching for defects .I could see that her skin was almost brown ,and that she did differ in some way from the other ladies who came to the house; yet ,even so I could see that she was more beautiful than any of them. She must hxdye felt that I was examining her ,for she hid her face in my hair and said with difficulty:“No ,my darling ,you are not a nigger .”She went on :“If anyone calls you a nigger ,don’t notice them .”But the more she talked ,the less was I reassured ,and I stopped her by asking :“Well ,mother ,am I white ? Are you white?” She answered tremblingly:“No ,I am not white ,but your father is one of the greatest men in the country .The best blood of the South is in you .”This suddenly opened up in my heart a fresh fear ,and I almost fiercely demanded:“Who is my father ? Where is he ?”She stroked my hair and said :“I’ll tell you about him some day.”I sobbed:“I want to know now .”She answered:“No ,not now.”
21.We can infer from the passage that “a nigger ”mean
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