1
A little blackamoor page came waddling in.
2
He was a grotesque and filthy little blackamoor, and I resented the prospect of sharing accommodation with him.
3
The King rose, thrust aside the little blackamoor, and with his spaniel under his arm, sauntered across to Miss Stewart's table.
4
Brand a-comin'; and I must run o'er the village to get more cream, 'cause you've give it to that nasty little blackamoor.'
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You may depend on it, none of the little blackamoors ever played tricks with him.
6
The Court ladies no longer dared come near the Queen attended by their little blackamoors.
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"But why then did your cousin mix himself up with little blackamoors?"
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"Stay," said I; "you shall rig up in my princely gear, and I will appear as a humble little blackamoor.