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tears streaming down her black, honest face, was ejaculating, “Lord have mercy on us!” with all the fervor of a camp-meeting;- while old Cudjoe, rubbing his eyes very hard with his cuffs, and making a most uncommon variety of wry faces, occasionally responded in the same key, with great fervor. Our senator was a statesman, and of course could not be expected to cry, like other mortals; and so he turned his back to the company, and looked out of the window, and seemed particularly busy in clearing his throat and wiping his spectacle-glasses, occasion- ally blowing his nose in a manner that was calculated to excite suspicion, had any one been in a state to observe critically. “How came you to tell me you had a kind master?” he suddenly exclaimed, gulping down very resolutely some kind of rising in his throat, and turning sud- denly round upon the woman. “Because he was a kind master; I’ll say that of him, any way;- and my mis- tress was kind; but they couldn’t help themselves. They were owing money; and there was some way, I can’t tell how, that a man had a hold on them, and they were obliged to give him his will. I listened, and heard him telling mistress that, and she begging and pleading for me,- and he told her he couldn’t help himself, and that the papers were all drawn;- and then it was I took him and left my home, and came away. I knew ‘twas no use of my trying to live, if they did it; for ‘t ‘pears like this child is all I have.” “Have you no husband?” |
