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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things in the future. Having spoken these
words of comfort, I rose with the resolution that if I recovered my health I would take her home with me, whether mother was willing or not." "I don't know what your mother would do without her; still, I wish she was away." Susan now came for her long absent husband, and they returned home to their room. The month of November was one of great anxiety on James's account. He was rapidly wasting away. A celebrated physician was called, and per- formed a surgical operation, as a last means. Should this fail, there was no hope. Of course he was confined wholly to his room, mostly to his bed. With all his bodily suffering, all his anxiety for his family, whom he might not live to protect, he did not forget Frado. He shielded her from many beatings, and every day imparted religious instructions. No one, but his wife, could move him so easily as Frado; so that in addition to her daily toil she was often deprived of her rest at night. Yet she insisted on being called; she wished to show her love for one who had been such a |
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