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“And that’s what I will do,- I can’t live no other ways,- drink and forget my misery.” “You are very wicked and very foolish,” said Miss Ophelia, “to steal your master’s money to make yourself a brute with.” “It’s mighty likely, Missis; but I will do it,- yes, I will. O lord! I wish I’s dead, and out of my misery!” and slowly and stiffly the old creature rose, and got her basket on her head again; but before she went out, she looked at the quadroon girl, who still stood playing with her ear-drops. “Ye think ye’re mighty fine with them ar, a-frolickin’ and a-tossin’ your head, and a lookin’ down on everybody. Well, never mind,- you may live to be a poor, old, cut-up crittur, like me. Hope to the Lord ye will, I do; then see if ye won’t drink,- drink,- drink,- yerself into torment; and sarve ye right, too, ugh!” and, with a malignant howl, the woman left the room. “Disgusting old beast!” said Adolph, who was getting his master’s shaving- water. “If I was her master, I’d cut her up worse than she is.” “Ye couldn’t do that ar, no ways,” said Dinah. “Her back’s a far sight now,- she can’t never get a dress together over it.” “I think such low creatures ought not to be allowed to go round to genteel families,” said Miss Jane. “What do you think, Mr. St. Clare?” she said, coquet- tishly tossing her head at Adolph. |
