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Our nig, or, sketches from the life of a free black, in a two-story white house, North showing that slavery's shadows fall even there by Harriet E. Wilson
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"I will," said Seth. "Come here, Frado?"

The child seemed to have some dim fore-
shadowing of evil, and declined.

"Come here," he continued; "I want to tell
you something."

She came reluctantly. He took her hand and
said: "We're going to move, by-'m-bye; will
you go?"

"No!" screamed she; and giving a sudden
jerk which destroyed Seth's equilibrium, left
him sprawling on the floor, while she escaped
through the open door.

"She's a hard one," said Seth, brushing his
patched coat sleeve. "I'd risk her at Bell-
mont's."

They discussed the expediency of a speedy
departure. Seth would first seek employment,
and then return for Mag. They would take
with them what they could carry, and leave the
rest with Pete Greene, and come for them when
they were wanted. They were long in arrang-
ing affairs satisfactorily, and were not a little
startled at the close of their conference to find
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