The uncouth faces passed him two by two, stained yellow or red or livid by the sea, and, as he strove to look at them with ease and indifference, a faint stain of personal shame and commiseration rose to his own face. Such moments passed and the wasting fires of lust sprang up again. Had he spoken of himself, of himself as he was or wished to be? Stephen watched his face for some moments in silence. There was a time when Northerners who sympathized with the negro in his necessary struggle for better conditions sought to give him the suffrage as a protection to enforce its exercise against the prevailing sentiment of the South.