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Updated: May 15, 2025
The master, Billy Grandy, whose slave I was born, was a hard-drinking man; he sold away many slaves. I remember four sisters and four brothers; my mother had more children, but they were dead or sold away before I can remember. I was the youngest. I remember well my mother often hid us all in the woods, to prevent master selling us.
"I fancy you cannot," returned Emma: "I do not intend to tell any one, either, until I hear whether or not she can come; therefore check your inquisitiveness, Master George, and wait patiently, for you will not know before the 7th, when I will introduce my friend." "Now," said Grandy, "having settled the most important part of the business, I have a few words to say.
DORA. "Now we pass on to Great and Little Fish Bays, which are on the coast of that wretched slave country, Benguela." GRANDY. "Ah! poor Africa is cursed with evils, unknown to the rest of the human race in any section of the globe reptiles of the most deadly venom, beasts of unparalleled ferocity, deserts of sand, and moral deserts a thousand times more appalling.
For he was not a beautiful old man like Grandy. He was wrinkled and yellow and gaunt and cross looking. He was not sad at being old, he was bitter. Her heart went out to him, her mirth died as suddenly as a frightened child's. "Are you really vairee hungry?" she asked solicitously.
The Wheezy's bony hand was on hers, the Wheezy's tears were falling. "Why under the shining canopy I didn't know who you was " she muttered apologetically, "My soul, I guess it's because I can't half see!" "No, it's because " Felicia sighed, "I'm not really that little girl any more. Only the Happy Part of her is here " she put her hand on her breast. "I'm really old like Grandy like Piqueur.
Wilton's drawing-room. There is a bright, blazing fire; the crimson curtains are closely drawn; pussy is curled up in a circle on the soft rug; and Grandy, with her perpetual knitting, is still in the old leather chair. "But where are all the others?" I fancy I hear my readers' inquiries. Look again.
A beautiful and elegant monument is erected to her memory, which will trumpet forth her praises to many yet unborn." GRANDY. "A curious circumstance occurred on these shores some years ago, and was related to my dear husband by an old man at Aberdeen, on whose veracity he could rely:
And then Sophy fairly gave way to her sobs: she twined her little arms round the old man's neck convulsively, kissed his rough face with imploring pathetic fondness, and forced out through her tears, "Don't talk so! I've been ungrateful and wicked. I don't care for any one but my own dear, dear Grandy." After this little scene, they both composed themselves, and felt much lighter of heart.
And I take care of you too, Grandy, don't I? I prayed for that too; and as to carriages," added Sophy, with superb air, "I don't care if I am never in a carriage as long as I live; and you know I have been in a van, which is bigger than a carriage, and I didn't like that at all. But how came people to behave so ill to you, Grandy?" "I never said people behaved ill to me, Sophy."
Don't want to pay it off this mornin', do you?" Steve laughed. "I'm broke, Grandy," he said lightly, unconsciously adopting the old title for the man who had made him love him and hate him a score of times. "My working capital, estimated last night, runs about seventy-five dollars. That wouldn't quite turn the trick, would it?" The old man's eyes narrowed.
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