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He wanted to know where ye was; and when I told him ye'd gone over the sea with Madame and the Signor, he cursed and swore, and said he'd been cheated. When he went away, Missis Duroy said it was Mr. Bruteman. I didn't think there was much to be 'fraid of, 'cause ye'd got away safe, and I had free papers, and the picaninny was too small to be sold.
You will wait at Marseilles for me. I shall be uneasy till I have the sea between me and the agents of Mr. Bruteman, and I shall hurry to follow after you as soon as possible." "And Tulee and the baby?" asked Rosa. "Yes, with Tulee and the baby," replied Madame. "But I shall send them to my cousin's to-morrow, to be out of the way of being seen by the neighbors.
Bruteman ascertained that Madame and the Signor had left the country, he at once conjectured that the fugitive was with them. Having heard that Mr. Duroy was a relative, he waited upon him, at his place of business, and was informed that Rosabella Royal had sailed for France, with his cousin, in the ship Mermaid.
I don't suppose I should ever have thought of it again, if your present conversation had not brought it to my mind." "Do you know whether Mr. Bruteman sold those slaves after they were sent back?" inquired Mr. King. "There is one fact connected with the affair which I will tell you, if you promise not to mention it," replied the young man.
The Italian strode up and down the room, clenching his fist, and talking rapidly. "To think of that Rosabella!" exclaimed he, "a girl that would grace any throne in Europe! To think of her on the auction-stand, with a crowd of low-bred rascals staring at her, and rich libertines, like that Mr. Bruteman Pah! I can't endure to think of it.
If it can be done by money, I will serve any gentleman gratuitously any number of years he requires, if he will advance the necessary sum." "We are not here to talk sentiment, my lad," rejoined Mr. Bruteman. "We are here to transact business." "I respect this youth for the feeling he has manifested toward his benefactor's children," said a gentleman named Ammidon.
Bruteman took up a bottle, and said, "Let us drink another glass to the speedy replenishing of your purse." They poured full bumpers, touched glasses, and drank the contents. There was a little pause, during which Mr. Bruteman sat twirling his glass between thumb and finger, with looks directed toward his companion.
Bruteman. "If so, you must buy them at auction, if you can. The law is inexorable. It requires that all the property of an insolvent debtor should be disposed of at public sale."
Bruteman. "I'd give a good deal to baffle him." "It seems pretty certain that we cannot obtain any clew," rejoined Mr. Ammidon, "and we have already expended considerable in the effort. If he can be induced to offer two thousand five hundred, I think we had better accept it." After a week's absence in Savannah and its vicinity, making various arrangements for the reception of the sisters, Mr.
There he changed his woman's dress, and his slave name of Bob Bruteman, and called himself George Falkner. When I asked him why he chose that name, he rolled up his sleeve and showed me G.F. marked on his arm. He said he didn't know who put them there, but he supposed they were the initials of his name. He is evidently impressed by our great resemblance.
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