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He told me that he had begun to take it out for me; and now, perhaps, if Miss Feely would be good enough to speak bout it to Missis, she would feel like goin' on with it, was it as Mas'r St. Clare's wish." "I'll speak for you, Tom, and do my best," said Miss Ophelia; "but, if it depends on Mrs. St. Clare, I can't hope much for you; nevertheless, I will try."
I'd rather she'd kill me, right out." Miss Ophelia stood considering, with the paper in her hand. "You see, Miss Feely," said Rosa, "I don't mind the whipping so much, if Miss Marie or you was to do it; but, to be sent to a man! and such a horrid man, the shame of it, Miss Feely!"
"Missis, I declar for 't, I didn't; never seed it till dis yer blessed minnit." "Topsy," said Miss Ophelia, "don't you now it's wicked to tell lies?" "I never tell no lies, Miss Feely," said Topsy, with virtuous gravity; "it's jist the truth I've been a tellin now, and an't nothin else." "Topsy, I shall have to whip you, if you tell lies so."
Clare won't hear on 't; but Miss Feely, you know there must be somebody watchin' for the bridegroom." "What do you mean, Tom?" "You know it says in Scripture, 'At midnight there was a great cry made. Behold, the bridegroom cometh. That's what I'm spectin now, every night, Miss Feely, and I couldn't sleep out o' hearin, no ways." "Why, Uncle Tom, what makes you think so?"
"What have you been doing?" said Miss Ophelia. "You know, Miss Feely, I've got such a bad temper; it's very bad of me. I was trying on Miss Marie's dress, and she slapped my face; and I spoke out before I thought, and was saucy; and she said that she'd bring me down, and have me know, once for all, that I wasn't going to be so topping as I had been; and she wrote this, and says I shall carry it.
"Uncle Tom, what alive have you taken to sleeping anywhere and everywhere, like a dog, for?" said Miss Ophelia. "I thought you was one of the orderly sort, that liked to lie in bed in a Christian way." "I do, Miss Feely," said Tom, mysteriously. "I do, but now " "Well, what now?" "We mustn't speak loud; Mas'r St.
Miss Feely must'a left it on the bed, and it got caught in the clothes, and so got in my sleeve. Miss Ophelia was so angry at such a barefaced lie that she caught Topsy and shook her. 'Don't tell me that again, she said. The shake brought the gloves on the floor from the other sleeve. 'There, said Miss Ophelia, 'will you tell me now you didn't steal the ribbon?
'Miss Feely whip! she would say, 'she can't do it nohow. 'Law, you niggers, she would go on, 'does you know you's all sinners? Well, you is; everybody is. White folks is sinners too Miss Feely says so. But I 'spects niggers is the biggest ones. But ye an't any of ye up to me. I's so awful wicked, there can't nobody do nothin' with me.
The poor old soul had such a singular, unaccountable prejudice in favor of liberty, that it was a hard wrench for him; and the more he said, "Thy will be done," the worse he felt. He sought Miss Ophelia, who, ever since Eva's death, had treated him with marked and respectful kindness. "Miss Feely," he said, "Mas'r St. Clare promised me my freedom.
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