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our chance wouldn’t be worth a picayune. O, for pity’s sake, do let’s hide our- selves. Quick! “There’s no occasion for hurry,” said Cassy, coolly; “they are all out after the hunt,- that’s the amusement of the evening! We’ll go upstairs, by and by. Mean- while,” said she, deliberately taking a key from the pocket of a coat that Legree had thrown down in his hurry, “meanwhile I shall take something to pay our pas- sage. She unlocked the desk, took from it a roll of bills, which she counted over rap- idly. “O, don’t let’s do that!” said Emmeline. “Don’t!” said Cassy; “why not? Would you have us starve in the swamps, or have that that will pay our way to the free states? Money will do anything, girl.” And, as she spoke, she put the money in her bosom. “It would be stealing,” said Emmeline, in a distressed whisper. “Stealing!” said Cassy, with a scornful laugh. “They who steal body and soul needn’t talk to us. Every one of these bills is stolen,- stolen from poor, starving, sweating creatures, who must go to the devil at last, for his profit. Let him talk about stealing! But come, we may as well go up garret; I’ve got a stock of candles there, and some books to pass away the time. You may be pretty sure they won’t come there to inquire after us. If they do, I’ll play ghost for them.” |
