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ters; the crowns, the palms, the harps,- might all break upon his vision before that sun should set again. And, therefore, without shuddering or trembling, he heard the voice of his persecutor, as he drew near. “Well, my boy,” said Legree, with a contemptuous kick, “how do you find yourself? Didn’t I tell yer I could larn yer a thing or two? How do yer like it,- eh? How did yer whaling agree with yer, Tom? An’t quite so crank as ye was last night. Ye couldn’t treat a poor sinner, now, to a bit of a sermon, could ye,- eh?” Tom answered nothing. “Get up, you beast!” said Legree, kicking him again. This was a difficult matter for one so bruised and faint; and, as Tom made ef- forts to do so, Legree laughed brutally. “What makes ye so spry, this morning, Tom? Cotched cold, may be, last night.” Tom by this time had gained his feet, and was confronting his master with a steady, unmoved front. “The devil, you can!” said Legree, looking him over. “I believe you haven’t got enough yet. Now, Tom, get right down on yer knees and beg my pardon, for yer shines last night.” Tom did not move. “Down, you dog!” said Legree, striking him with his riding-whip. |
