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up, and hook my dress. There now, put my back hair up in that pretty braid you learnt the other day, and don’t go listening at doors any more.” “Well, but, missis, you never would give your consent-to-to-” “Nonsense, child! to be sure, I shouldn’t. What do you talk so for? I would as soon have one of my own children sold. But really, Eliza, you are getting alto- gether too proud of that little fellow. A man can’t put his nose into the door, but you think he must be coming to buy him.” Reassured by her mistress’ confident tone, Eliza proceeded nimbly and adroitly with her toilet, laughing at her own fears, as she proceeded. Mrs. Shelby was a woman of a high class, both intellectually and morally. To that natural magnanimity and generosity of mind which one often marks as char- acteristic of the women of Kentucky, she added high moral and religious sensibil- ity and principal, carried out with great energy and ability into practical results. Her husband, who made no professions to any particular religious character, nev- ertheless reverenced and respected the consistency of hers, and stood, perhaps, a little in awe of her opinion. Certain it was that he gave her unlimited scope in all her benevolent efforts for the comfort, instruction, and improvement of her ser- vants, though he never took any decided part in them himself. In fact, if not ex- actly a believer in the doctrine of the efficiency of the extra good works of saints, he really seemed somehow or other to fancy that his wife had piety and benevo- lence enough for two-to indulge a shadowy expectation of getting into heaven |
