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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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"Your mother said James did not wish to see
me, and I was afraid I tired him."

"Why, aunt, that is a mistake, I KNOW. What
could mother mean?" asked Susan.

The next time she went to the sitting-room
she asked her mother,--

"Why does not Aunt Abby visit James as she
has done? Where is she?"

"At home. I hope that she will stay there,"
was the answer.

"I should think she would come in and see
James," continued Susan.

"I told her he did not want to see her, and to stay
out. You need make no stir about it; remem-
ber:" she added, with one of her fiery glances.

Susan kept silence. It was a day or two
before James spoke of her absence. The family
were at dinner, and Frado was watching beside
him. He inquired the cause of her absence,
and SHE told him all. After the family returned
he sent his wife for her. When she entered, he
took her hand, and said, "Come to me often,
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