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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James. If you should go on as you would like,
it would not be six months before she would be leaving me; and that won't do. Just think how much profit she was to us last summer. We had no work hired out; she did the work of two girls--" "And got the whippings for two with it!" remarked Mr. Bellmont. "I'll beat the money out of her, if I can't get her worth any other way," retorted Mrs. B. sharply. While this scene was passing, Frado was trying to utter the prayer of the publican, "God be merciful to me a sinner." CHAPTER IX. DEATH. We have now But a small portion of what men call time, To hold communion. SPRING opened, and James, instead of rallying, |
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