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everything,- wife, and children, and home, and a kind Mas’r,- and he would have set me free, if he’d only lived a week longer; I’ve lost everything in this world, and it’s clean gone, forever,- and now I can’t lose Heaven, too; no, I can’t get to be wicked, besides all!” “But it can’t be that the Lord will lay sin to our account,” said the woman; “He won’t charge it to us, when we’re forced to it; He’ll charge it to them that drove us to it.” “Yes,” said Tom; “but that won’t keep us from growing wicked. If I get to be as hard-hearted as that ar’ Sambo, and as wicked, it won’t make much odds to me how I come so; it’s the bein’ so,- that ar’s what I’m a dreadin’.” The woman fixed a wild and startled look on Tom, as if a new thought had struck her; and then, heavily groaning, said, “O God a’ mercy! you speak the truth! O-O-O!”- and, with groans, she fell on the floor, like one crushed and writhing under the extremity of mental anguish. There was a silence, a while, in which the breathing of both parties could be heard, when Tom faintly said, “O, please, Missis!” The woman suddenly rose up, with her face composed to its usual stern, mel- ancholy expression. “Please, Missis, I saw ‘em throw my coat in that ar’ corner, and in my coat- pocket is my Bible;- if Missis would please get it for me.” |
