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they should have felt just so in her circumstances; but Marie’s words went beyond her, and she felt less heat. “I wouldn’t have the child treated so, for the world,” she said; “but, I am sure, Augustine, I don’t know what to do. I’ve taught and taught; I’ve talked till I’m tired; I’ve whipped her; I’ve punished her in every way I can think of, and still she’s just what she was at first.” “Come here, Tops, you monkey!” said St. Clare, calling the child up to him. Topsy came up; her round, hard eyes glittering and blinking with a mixture of apprehensiveness and their usual odd drollery. “What makes you behave so?” said St. Clare, who could not help being amused with the child’s expression. “Spects it’s my wicked heart,” said Topsy, demurely; “Miss Feely says so.” “Don’t you see how much Miss Ophelia has done for you? She says she has done everything she can think of.” “Lor, yes, Mas’r! old Missis used to say so, too. She whipped me a heap harder, and used to pull my har, and knock my head agin the door; but it didn’t do me no good! I spects, if they’s to pull every spear o’ har out o’ my head, it wouldn’t do no good, neither,- I’s so wicked! Laws! I’s nothin’ but a nigger, no ways!” “Well, I shall have to give her up,” said Miss Ophelia; “I can’t have that trouble any longer.” |
