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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friend to her. Her anxiety and grief increased
as the probabilities of his recovery became doubtful. Mrs. Bellmont found her weeping on his ac- count, shut her up, and whipped her with the raw-hide, adding an injunction never to be seen snivelling again because she had a little work to do. She was very careful never to shed tears on his account, in her presence, afterwards. CHAPTER VIII. VISITOR AND DEPARTURE. --"Other cares engross me, and my tired soul with emulative haste, Looks to its God." THE brother associated with James in business, in Baltimore, was sent for to confer with one who might never be able to see him there. James began to speak of life as closing; of heaven, as of a place in immediate prospect; of aspirations, which waited for fruition in glory. His brother, Lewis by name, was an especial fa- |
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