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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