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“But, then, consider,” said Miss Ophelia, “when you set him up for sale, the chances of his getting a bad master.” “O, that’s all humbug!” said Marie; “it isn’t one time in a hundred that a good fellow gets a bad master; most masters are good, for all the talk that is made. I’ve lived and grown up here, in the South, and I never yet was acquainted with a mas- ter that didn’t treat his servants well,- quite as well as is worth while. I don’t feel any fears on that head.” “Well,” said Miss Ophelia, energetically, “I know it was one of the last wishes of your husband that Tom should have his liberty; it was one of the promises that he made to dear little Eva on her death-bed, and I should not think you would feel at liberty to disregard it.” Marie had her face covered with her handkerchief at this appeal, and began sobbing and using her smelling bottle, with great vehemence. “Everybody goes against me!” she said. “Everybody is so inconsiderate! I shouldn’t have expected that you would bring up all these remembrances of my troubles to me,- it’s so inconsiderate! But nobody ever does consider,- my trials are so peculiar! It’s so hard, that when I had only one daughter, she should have been taken!- and when I had a husband that just exactly suited me,- and I’m so hard to be suited!- he should be taken! And you seem to have so little feeling for me, and keep bringing it up to me so carelessly,- when you know how it over- comes me! I suppose you mean well; but it is very inconsiderate,- very!” And Marie sobbed, and gasped for breath, and called Mammy to open the window, |
