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and whipped to death. There’s no law here, of God or man, that can do you, or any one of us, the least good; and, this man! there’s no earthly thing that he’s too good to do. I could make any one’s hair rise, and their teeth chatter, if I should only tell what I’ve seen and been knowing to, here,- and it’s no use resisting! Did I want to live with him? Wasn’t I a woman delicately bred; and he-God in Heaven! what was he, and is he? And yet I’ve lived with him, these five years, and cursed every moment of my life,- night and day! And now, he’s got a new one,- a young thing, only fifteen, and she brought up, she says, piously. Her good mistress taught her to read the Bible; and she’s brought her Bible here-to hell with her!”- and the woman laughed a wild and doleful laugh, that rung, with a strange, supernatural sound, through the old ruined shed. Tom folded his hands: all was darkness and horror. “O Jesus! Lord Jesus! have you quite forgot us poor critters?” burst forth, at last;- “help, Lord, I perish!” The woman sternly continued: “And what are these miserable low dogs you work with, that you should suf- fer on their account? Every one of them would turn against you the first time they got a chance. They are all of ‘em as low and cruel to each other as they can be; there’s no use in your suffering to keep from hurting them.” “Poor critters!” said Tom,- “what made ‘em cruel?- and, if I give out, I shall get used to’t, and grow, little by little, just like ‘em! No, no, Missis! I’ve lost |
