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“Come here, Father Tom,” she said, laying her small hand on his wrist, and drawing him forward with a force as if the hand were of steel; “come here,- I’ve news for you.” “What, Misse Cassy?” said Tom, anxiously. “Tom, wouldn’t you like your liberty?” “I shall have it, Misse, in God’s time,” said Tom. “Ay, but you may have it to-night,” said Cassy, with a dash of sudden energy. “Come on.” Tom hesitated. “Come!” said she, in a whisper, fixing her black eyes on him. “Come along! He’s asleep-sound. I put enough into his brandy to keep him so. I wish I’d had more,- I shouldn’t have wanted you. But come, the back door is unlocked; there’s an axe there, I put it there,- his room door is open; I’ll show you the way. I’d a done it myself, only my arms are so weak. Come along!” “Not for ten thousand worlds, Misse!” said Tom, firmly, stopping and holding her back, as she was pressing forward. “But think of all these poor creatures,” said Cassy. “We might set them all free, and go somewhere in the swamps, and find an island, and live by ourselves; I’ve heard of its being done. Any life is better than this.” |
