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“You have? What business have you meddling in my matters?” “None, to be sure. I’ve saved you some thousands of dollars, at different times, by taking care of your hands,- that’s all the thanks I get. If your crop comes shorter into market than any of theirs, you won’t lose your bet, I suppose? Tomp- kins won’t lord it over you, I suppose,- and you’ll pay down your money like a lady, won’t you? I think I see you doing it!” Legree, like many other planters, had but one form of ambition,- to have in the heaviest crop of the season,- and he had several bets on this very present sea- son pending in the next town. Cassy, therefore, with woman’s tact, touched the only string that could be made to vibrate. “Well, I’ll let him off at what he’s got,” said Legree; “but he shall beg my par- don, and promise better fashions.” “That he won’t do,” said Cassy. “Won’t,- eh?” “No, he won’t,” said Cassy. “I’d like to know why, Mistress,” said Legree, in the extreme of scorn. “Because he’s done right, and he knows it, and won’t say he’s done wrong.” “Who a cuss cares what he knows? The nigger shall say what I please, or-” “Or, you’ll lose your bet on the cotton crop, by keeping him out of the field, just at this very press.” |
