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"Daat are a fact, mass'r, daat same she be a gal ob colour nebber mind she white as young missa herseff. Missa larf and say so many, many time, but fr'all daat dar am great difference one rich lady t'other poor slave jes like Ole Zip ay, jes like Ole Zip buy 'em, sell 'em, all de same." "Could you describe Aurore, Scipio?" It was not idle curiosity that prompted me to put this question.
Dar's de Spirit, He'll give it to 'em; and ef Mass'r James is called an' took, depend upon it de Lord has got him ready, course He has, so don't ye go to layin' on yer poor heart what no mortal creetur can live under; 'cause, as we's got to live in dis yer world, it's quite clar de Lord must ha' fixed it so we can; and ef tings was as some folks suppose, why, we couldn't live, and dar wouldn't be no sense in anyting dat goes on."
"No, mass'r, she jes dis moment gone out she drive to Mass'r Marigny." "Alone?" "Ye, mass'r." "Of course Aurore is with her?" "No, mass'r; she gone out by harseff. 'Rore, she 'tay at home." If the negro had been observant he might have noticed the effect of this announcement upon me, for I am sure it must have been sufficiently apparent.
"Why, mass'r, you no hab go to bed yet," said Poopy, still feeling and expressing surprise at her master's unwonted irregularity. "Is you ill?" "Not at all, my good girl, only a little tired. It is not a time for me to take much rest when the savages are said to be about to attack us." "When is they coming?" inquired the girl, meekly.
She stood at his side and saw a gang of men and boys' chasing a colored man, with the spirit of bloodhounds in their tones and faces. "Now I'se understan', too, Mass'r Merwyn," said the trembling colored woman, looking over their shoulders. "Go back," he said, sternly. "If you were seen, that yelling pack of fiends would break into this house as if it were paste-board.
True, the lady knew nothing of my encounter with the bully. Ha! Antoine then. Had he not come ashore? Was he ? Scipio anticipated the question I was about to put. His face became sad as he recommenced speaking. "Ah! young mass'r, Mamselle 'Genie be in great 'stress dis mornin all de folks be in great 'stress. Mass'r Toney! Poor Mass'r Toney." "The steward, Antoine? What of him?
He was just closing it after the carriage. "Oh!" thought I, "I may as well be sure as to whom I am galloping after." With this idea I inclined my horse's head a little, and drew up in front of Scipio. "Gollies! how young mass'r ride! Ef he don't do daat business jes up to de hub! Daat 'im do. Wugh!" Without taking notice of his complimentary speech, I inquired hastily if Mademoiselle was at home.
"Then, the next time you see Master Richard through the glass, tell him so, Harriet; that is only fair, you know." "Go 'way, Miss Phill! I'se got more sense dan tell Mass'r Richard any sich thing." Phyllis did not answer; she was thinking of a decision she might be compelled to make, and the question was one which touched her very nearly on very opposite sides.
Now, Zeb, you seed what happen downstars." "Yes, mass'r an' ladies, I kep' my eyes out, fer I tinks my chance is come now, if eber. Cap'n Lane soon come back an' said to de ossifer in charge ob de pris'ners, an' dere was more pris'ners bein' brought in all de time, sez Cap'n Lane, 'De en'my won't stand agin.
"Well, mass'r, some folks says she am proud, case de common niggers envy ob her daat's de troof. She nebber proud to Ole Zip, daat I knows she talk to 'im, an tell 'im many tings she help teach Ole Zip read, and de ole Chloe, and de leettle Chloe, an she " "It is a description of her person I ask for, Scipio." "Oh! a 'scription ob her person ye daat is, what am she like?" "So.
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