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“There is an old fellow, of that name, lives not far from my father’s place,” said George. “We never have had much intercourse with him, though.” “He is a large slave-owner, I believe,” said Madame de Thoux, with a manner which seemed to betray more interest than she was exactly willing to show. “He is,” said George, looking rather surprised at her manner. “Did you ever know of his having-perhaps, you may have heard of his hav- ing-a mulatto boy, named George?” “O, certainly,- George Harris,- I know him well; he married a servant of my mother’s, but has escaped, now, to Canada.” “He has?” said Madame de Thoux, quickly. “Thank God!” George looked a surprised inquiry, but said nothing. Madame de Thoux leaned her head on her hand, and burst into tears. “He is my brother,” she said. “Madame!” said George, with a strong accent of surprise. “Yes,” said Madame de Thoux, lifting her head, proudly, and wiping her tears; “Mr. Shelby, George Harris is my brother!” “I am perfectly astonished,” said George, pushing back his chair a pace or two, and looking at Madame de Thoux. “I was sold to the South when he was a boy,” said she. “I was bought by a good and generous man. He took me with him to the West Indies, set me free, and |
