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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