I think I probably surprised my hosts more than they me, for I was easily at home and perfectly happy and they looked to me just like ordinary people, while my brown face and frizzled hair must have seemed strange to them.
Du Bois discusses his comfort in social situations, highlighting the contrast between his appearance and that of his hosts.
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