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“Blast it!” said Legree to himself, as he sipped his liquor; “where did he get that? If it didn’t look just like-whoo! I thought I’d forgot that. Curse me, if I think there’s any such thing as forgetting anything, anyhow,- hang it! I’m lone- some! I mean to call Em. She hates me-the monkey! I don’t care,- I’ll make her come!” Legree stepped out into a large entry, which went upstairs, by what had for- merly been a superb winding staircase; but the passage-way was dirty and dreary, encumbered with boxes and unsightly litter. The stairs, uncarpeted, seemed wind- ing up, in the gloom to nobody knew where! The pale moonlight streamed through a shattered fanlight over the door; the air was unwholesome and chilly, like that of a vault. Legree stopped at the foot of the stairs, and heard a voice singing. It seemed strange and ghostlike in that dreary old house, perhaps because of the already tremulous state of his nerves. Hark! what is it? A wild, pathetic voice chants a hymn common among the slaves: “O there’ll be mourning, mourning, mourning, O there’ll be mourning, at the judgment-seat of Christ!" “Blast the girl!” said Legree. “I’ll choke her.-Em! Em!” he called, harshly; but only a mocking echo from the walls answered him. The sweet voice still sung on: “Parents and children there shall part! |
