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“Phineas is pretty shrewd,” said Simeon. “He will do the best that can be done for thee, George.” “All I am sorry for,” said George, “is the risk to you.” “Thee’ll much oblige us, friend George, to say no more about that. What we do we are conscience bound to do; we can do no other way. And now, mother,” said he, turning to Rachel, “hurry thy preparations for these friends, for we must not send them away fasting.” And while Rachel and the children were busy making corn-cake, and cooking ham and chicken, and hurrying on the et ceteras of the evening meal, George and his wife sat in their little room, with their arms folded about each other, in such talk as husband and wife have when they know that a few hours may part them forever. “Eliza,” said George, “people that have friends, and houses, and lands, and money, and all those things, can’t love as we do, who have nothing but each other. Till I knew you, Eliza, no creature ever had loved me, but my poor, heart- broken mother and sister. I saw poor Emily that morning the trader carried her off. She came to the corner where I was lying asleep, and said, ‘Poor George, your last friend is going. What will become of you, poor boy?’ And I got up and threw my arms round her, and cried and sobbed, and she cried too; and those were the last kind words I got for ten long years; and my heart all withered up, and felt as dry as ashes, till I met you. And your loving me,- why, it was almost like raising one from the dead! I’ve been a new man ever since! And now, Eliza, |
