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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to love and possess her as his own. He begged
to know if his affections were reciprocated, or could be; if she would permit him to write to her; if she was free from all obligation to another. "What would mother say?" queried Jane, as she received the letter from her aunt. "Not much to comfort you." "Now, aunt, George is just such a man as I could really love, I think, from all I have seen of him; you know I never could say that of Henry"-- "Then don't marry him," interrupted Aunt Abby. "Mother will make me." "Your father won't." "Well, aunt, what can I do? Would you answer the letter, or not?" "Yes, answer it. Tell him your situation." "I shall not tell him all my feelings." |
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