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This thought was enough to bring us to a dead halt when over so much excited for the race. At Mr. Freeland's, my condition was every way improved. I was no longer the poor scape-goat that I was when at Covey's, where every wrong thing done was saddled upon me, and where other slaves were whipped over my shoulders. Mr. Freeland was too just a man thus to impose upon me, or upon any one else.
Leaving Felix in the garden, Nedda stole upstairs and tapped on Frances Freeland's door. She, whose stoicism permitted her the one luxury of never coming down to breakfast, had just made it for herself over a little spirit-lamp. She greeted Nedda with lifted eyebrows. "Oh, my darling! Where HAVE you come from? You must have my nice cocoa! Isn't this the most perfect lamp you ever saw?
Henry and John were brothers, and belonged to Mr. Freeland. They were both remarkably bright and intelligent, though neither of them could read. Now for mischief! I had not been long at Freeland's before I was up to my old tricks.
Then he perceived that the door of the room that had been his wife's was open, and remembered that his mother was in there. "What! Aren't you asleep, Mother?" Frances Freeland's voice answered cheerfully: "Oh, no, dear; I'm never asleep before two. Come in." John entered. Propped very high on her pillows, in perfect regularity, his mother lay.
Felix went back to London the afternoon of Frances Freeland's installation, taking Sheila with him. She had been 'bound over to keep the peace' a task which she would obviously be the better able to accomplish at a distance. And, though to take charge of her would be rather like holding a burning match till there was no match left, he felt bound to volunteer.
"Where is Mrs. Freeland, Biddy?" "We don't know; a man came, and she went." "And Miss Sheila?" "She went out in the mornin'. And Mr. Freeland's gone." Susie added: "The dog's gone, too." "Then help me to get some tea." "Yes." With the assistance of the mother-child, and the hindrance of Susie and Billy, Nedda made and laid tea, with an anxious heart.
After that little speech of Frances Freeland's there was a silence that Nedda thought would last forever, till her aunt, pressing close to Tod's shoulder, spoke. "You want me to stop Derek. I tell you all what I've just told Nedda. I don't attempt to control Derek; I never have. For myself, when I see a thing I hate I can't help fighting against it. I shall never be able to help that.
Among the many advantages gained in my change from Covey's to Freeland's startling as the statement may be was the fact that the latter gentleman made no profession of religion.
The desire for this freedom had been benumbed, while I was under the brutalizing dominion of Covey; and it had been postponed, and rendered inoperative, by my truly pleasant Sunday school engagements with my friends, during the year 1835, at Mr. Freeland's. It had, however, never entirely subsided.
A sweet but rather rueful smile passed over Frances Freeland's face. "Now," she said, "you're chaffing me," and her eyes looked loving. It is doubtful if John understood the drift of Felix's exordium, it is doubtful if he had quite listened he having so much to not listen to at the Home Office that the practice was growing on him.
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