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“Good Lord! what’s that?” said Aunt Chloe, starting up and hastily drawing the curtain. “My sakes alive, if it an’t ‘Lizy! Get on your clothes, old man, quick!- there’s old Bruno, too, a-pawin’ round; what on airth! I’m gwine to open the door.” And, suiting the action to the word, the door flew open, and the light of the tal- low candle, which Tom had hastily lighted, fell on the haggard face and dark, wild eyes of the fugitive. “Lord bless you!- I’m skeered to look at ye, ‘Lizy! Are ye tuck sick, or what’s come over ye?” “I’m running away-Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe-carrying off my child-Mas- ter sold him!” “Sold him?” echoed both, lifting up their hands in dismay. “Yes, sold him!” said Eliza, firmly; “I crept into the closet by Mistress’ door to-night, and I heard Master tell Missis that he had sold my Harry, and you, Uncle Tom, both, to a trader; and that he was going off this morning on his horse, and that the man was to take possession to-day.” Tom had stood, during this speech, with his hands raised, and his eyes dilated, like a man in a dream. Slowly and gradually, as its meaning came over him, he collapsed, rather than seated himself, on his old chair, and sunk his head down upon his knees. |
