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“I declare, it’s real mean. I don’t care what they say, any of ‘em! It’s a nasty, mean shame! If I was a man, they shouldn’t to it,- they should not, so!” said George, with a kind of subdued howl. “O Mas’r George! this does me good!” said Tom. “I couldn’t ba’r to go off without seein’ ye! It does me real good, ye can’t tell!” Here Tom made some movement of his feet, and George’s eye fell on the fetters. “What a shame!” he exclaimed, lifting his hands. “I’ll knock that old fellow down-I will!” “No, you won’t, Mas’r George; and you must not talk so loud. It won’t help me any, to anger him.” “Well, I won’t, then, for your sake; but only to think of it-isn’t a shame? They never sent for me, nor sent me any word, and, if it hadn’t been for Tom Lincon, I shouldn’t have heard it. I tell you, I blew ‘em up well, all of ‘em, at home!” “That ar wasn’t right, I’m ‘feard, Mas’r George.” “Can’t help it! I say it’s a shame! Look here, Uncle Tom,” said he, turning his back to the shop, and speaking in a mysterious tone, “I’ve brought you my dol- lar!” “O! I couldn’t think o’ takin’ on’t, Mas’r George, no ways in the world!” said Tom, quite moved. “But you shall take it!” said George; “look here-I told Aunt Chloe I’d do it, and she advised me just to make a hole in it, and put a string through, so you |
