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He was soon introduced into the house, where he found Legree in the sitting- room. Legree received the stranger with a kind of surly hospitality. “I understand,” said the young man, “that you bought, in New Orleans, a boy, named Tom. He used to be on my father’s place and I came to see if I couldn’t buy him back.” Legree’s brow grew dark, and he broke out passionately: “Yes, I did buy such a fellow,- and a h__l of a bargain I had of it, too! The most rebellious, saucy, im- pudent dog! Set up my niggers to run away, got off two gals, worth eight hundred or a thousand dollars apiece. He owned to that, and when I bid him tell me where they was, he up and said he knew, but he wouldn’t tell, and stood to it, though I gave him the cussedest flogging I ever gave nigger yet. I b’lieve he’s trying to die; but I don’t know as he’ll make it out.” “Where is he?” said George, impetuously. “Let me see him.” The cheeks of the young man were crimson, and his eyes flashed fire; but he prudently said noth- ing, as yet. “He’s in dat ar shed,” said a little fellow, who stood holding George’s horse. Legree kicked the boy, and swore at him; but George, without saying another word, turned and strode to the spot. Tom had been lying two days since the fatal night; not suffering, for every nerve of suffering was blunted and destroyed. He lay, for the most part, in a quiet |
