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whips, overcoats, and various articles of clothing, scattered up and down the room in confused variety; and the dogs, of whom we have before spoken, had en- camped themselves among them, to suit their own taste and convenience. Legree was just mixing himself a tumbler of punch, pouring his hot water from a cracked and broken-nosed pitcher, grumbling, as he did so. “Plague on that Sambo, to kick up this yer row between me and the new hands! The fellow won’t be fit to work for a week, now,- right in the press of the season!” “Yes, just like you,” said a voice, behind his chair. It was the woman Cassy, who had stolen upon his soliloquy. “Hah! you she-devil! you’ve come back, have you?” “Yes, I have,” she said, coolly; “come to have my own way, too!” “You lie, you jade! I’ll be up to my word. Either behave yourself, or stay down to the quarters, and fare and work with the rest.” “I’d rather, ten thousand times,” said the woman, “live in the dirtiest hole at the quarters, than be under your hoof!” “But you are under my hoof, for all that,” said he, turning upon her, with a savage grin; “that’s one comfort. So, sit down here on my knee, my dear, and hear to reason,” said he, laying hold on her wrist. |
