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What became of him?
“Oh, Betty Lou,” she said casually. “You remember that man, Mansart, you know, the black man?”
Betty glanced at her with surprise, but went on with her puttering. “Yes?” she answered.
“What became of him?” asked Mrs. Breckinridge.
Betty Lou whirled and looked at her in surprise. “Why mother!” she said. “What could have become of him? — they lynched him on his own doorstep, of course.”
Mrs. Breckinridge said nothing; she closed her eyes and fainted. But she did it so quietly that Betty Lou thought she had dropped to sleep again, and tip-toed out of the door.
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ex W. E. B. Du Bois, The Black Flame, A Trilogy, Book One, The Ordeal of Mansart (New York: Mainstream Publishers, 1957) :
77 (archive.org, borrowable).
initial “landing” at (OUP 2007 reprint) : 50
W. E. B. Du Bois (1868-1963), his fiction listed at wikipedia