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Thomas," he continued to Bradly as he entered, "here's an old friend of mine, Dr Prosser, a gentleman eminent in the scientific world, who has come down from London to see me, and to get a little experience of Crossbourne ways and manners. I tell him that he'll find us rather a rough material." "I'm sure," replied Thomas, "I'm heartily glad to see any friend of yours among us.
If I had copied the terms of the will I might have prevented disappointment, but I had no conception of what he tells me." "But Ambrose was Harold's father," I exclaimed in bewilderment, "and he was the eldest." "The seniority was not considered as certain," said Mr. Prosser, "and therefore the late Mr. Alison left the property to the eldest child born at home.
I don't see what use religion or the Bible would be to us if these things weren't laid down for us clear and sharp; if p'raps they was true, and p'raps not; or true for me, but not true for my neighbour; or half true, and half false; or true for to-day, and not true for to- morrow." "Bravo!" said Dr Prosser, delighted, and clapping his hands.
"No, perhaps not, but, as you admit, possible." "True, sir; but if Dr Prosser took it home, and found it had been a mistake, wouldn't he have sent it back to the luggage office; and if so, the guard would have found it there when he inquired by my wish."
"He says, how do, my uncle Gabriel? But dis is not your uncle Gabriel. Oh-e-oh! Oh-e-oh! "Yes, it is my uncle Gabriel; For I do know you, uncle Gabriel. Oh, my boys, I'm most done! "De man belonged to Major Prosser, So cum and hang de Nigger Gin'ral. Oh-e-oh! Oh-e-oh! "For he's ruined old Virginny! Hard times in old Virginny. Oh, my boys, I'm most done!
Prosser and by the cook. Whoever or whatever the owner of that hand might be, they all felt this subtle demonstration to mean that it was declared he was no longer out of doors, but had established himself in the house. And now Mrs. Prosser began to be troubled with strange and horrible dreams, some of which as set out in detail, in Aunt Rebecca's long letter, are really very appalling nightmares.
'Er Mr Bentley, that is all. You may return to your work ah'mmm! Kindly be more careful another time in stamping the letters. 'Yes, by Jove, said Mr Prosser, suddenly reminded of his wrongs, 'that's right. Exercise a little ordinary care, you ivory-skulled young son of a gun. Do you think Miss Delane is made of twopences? Keep an eye on him, he urged the manager.
"I've summat on my mind, Thomas, as I wants to talk to you about," he said to Bradly one day when they were left quite alone; it was about a week after the return home of Dr and Mrs Prosser. The sick man was able to sit up in a chair by the fire, though the doctor gave no hope of any real or lasting improvement.
The besieger of his house, so far from taking fright at their approach, grew more impatient; and the sort of patting which had aroused his attention at first assumed the rhythm and emphasis of a series of double-knocks. Mr. Prosser, angry, opened the door with his right arm across, cane in hand.
In the year 1800, the city of Richmond, Va., and indeed the whole slaveholding country were thrown into a state of intense excitement, consternation and alarm, by the discovery of an intended insurrection among the slaves. The plot was laid by a slave named Gabriel, who was claimed as the property of Mr. Thomas Prosser.
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