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The woman suddenly rose up； with her face composed to its usual stern； melancholy expression。
“Please； Missis； I saw ’em throw my coat in that ar’ corner； and in my coat…pocket is my Bible；—if Missis would please get it for me。”
Cassy went and got it。 Tom opened； at once； to a heavily marked passage； much worn； of the last scenes in the life of Him by whose stripes we are healed。
“If Missis would only be so good as read that ar’；—it’s better than water。”
Cassy took the book； with a dry； proud air； and looked over the passage。 She then read aloud； in a soft voice； and with a beauty of intonation that was peculiar； that touching acomount of anguish and of glory。 Often； as she read； her voice faltered； and sometimes failed her altogether； when she would stop； with an air of frigid composure； till she had mastered herself。 When she came to the touching words； “Father forgive them； for they know not what they do；” she threw down the book； and； burying her face in the heavy masses of her hair； she sobbed aloud； with a convulsive violence。
Tom was weeping； also； and ocomasionally uttering a smothered ejaculation。
“If we only could keep up to that ar’！” said Tom；—“it seemed to come so natural to him； and we have to fight so hard for ’t！ O Lord； help us！ O blessed Lord Jesus； do help us！”
“Missis；” said Tom； after a while； “I can see that； some how； you’re quite ’bove me in everything； but there’s one thing Missis might learn even from poor Tom。 Ye said the Lord took sides against us； because he lets us be ’bused and knocked round； but ye see what come on his own Son；—the blessed Lord of Glory；—wan’t he allays poor？ and have we； any on us； yet come so low as he come？ The Lord han’t forgot us；—I’m sartin’ o’ that ar’。 If we suffer with him； we shall also reign； Scripture says； but； if we deny Him； he also will deny us。 Didn’t they all suffer？—the Lord and all his？ It tells how they was stoned and sawn asunder； and wandered about in sheep…skins and goat…skins； and was destitute； afflicted； tormented。 Sufferin’ an’t no reason to make us think the Lord’s turned agin us； but jest the contrary； if only we hold on to him； and doesn’t give up to sin。”
“But why does he put us where we can’t help but sin？” said the woman。
“I think we can help it；” said Tom。
“You’ll see；” said Cassy； “what’ll you do？ Tomorrow they’ll be at you again。 I know ’em； I’ve seen all their doings； I can’t bear to think of all they’ll bring you to；—and they’ll make you give out； at last！”
“Lord Jesus！” said Tom； “you will take care of my soul？ O Lord； do！—don’t let me give out！”
“O dear！” said Cassy； “I’ve heard all this crying and praying before； and yet； they’ve been broken down； and brought under。 There’s Emmeline； she’s trying to hold on； and you’re trying；—but what use？ You must give up； or be killed by inches。”
“Well； then； I will die！” said Tom。 “Spin it out as long as they can； they can’t help my dying； some time！—and； after that； they can’t do no more。 I’m clar； I’m set！ I know the Lord’ll help me； and bring me through。”
The woman did not answer； she sat with her black eyes intently fixed on the floor。
“May be it’s the way；” she murmured to herself； “but those that have given up； there’s no hope for them！—none！ We live in filth； and grow loathsome； till we loathe ourselves！ And we long to die； and we don’t dare to kill ourselves！—No hope！ no hope！ no hope？—this girl now；—just as old as I was！
“You see me now；” she said； speaking to Tom very rapidly； “see what I am！ Well； I was brought up in luxury； the first I remember is； playing about； when I was a child； in splendid parlors；—when I was kept dressed up like a doll； and company and visitors used to praise me。 There was a garden opening from the saloon windows； and there I used to play hide…and…go…seek； under the orange…trees； with my brothers and sisters。 I went to a convent； and there I learned music； French and embroidery； and what not； and when I was fourteen； I came out to my father’s funeral。 He died very suddenly； and when the property came to be settled； they found that there was scarcely enough to cover the debts； and when the creditors took an inventory of the property； I was set down in it。 My mother was a slave woman； and my father had always meant to set me free； but he had not done it； and so I was set down in the list。 I’d always known who I was； but never thought much about it。 Nobody ever expects that a strong； healthy man is going to die。 My father was a well man only four hours before he died；—it was one of the first cholera cases in New Orleans。 The day after the funeral； my father’s wife took her children； and went up to her father’s plantation。 I thought they treated me strangely； but didn’t know。 There was a young lawyer who they left to settle the business； and he came every day； and was about the house； and spoke very politely to me。 He brought with him； one day； a young man； whom I thought the handsomest I had ever seen。 I shall never forget that evening。 I walked with him in the garden。 I was lonesome and full of sorrow； and he was so kind and gentle to me； and he told me that he had seen me before I went to the convent； and that he had loved me a great while； and that he would be my friend and protector；—in short； though he didn’t tell me； he had paid two thousand dollars for me； and I was his property；—I became his willingly； for I loved him。 Loved！” said the woman； stopping。 “O； how I did love that man！ How I love him now；—and always shall； while I breathe！ He was so beautiful； so high； so noble！ He put me into a beautiful house； with servants； horses； and carriages； and furniture； and dresses。 Everything that money could buy； he gave me； but I didn’t set any value on all that；—I only cared for him。 I loved him better than my God and my own soul； and； if I tried； I couldn’t do any other way from what he wanted me to。
“I wanted only one thing—I did want him to marry me。 I thought； if he loved me as he said he did； and if I was what he seemed to think I was； he would be willing to marry me and set me free。 But he convinced me that it would be impossible； and he told me that； if we were only faithful to each other； it was marriage before God。 If that is true； wasn’t I that man’s wife？ Wasn’t I faithful？ For seven years； didn’t I study every look and motion； and only live and breathe to please him？ He had the yellow fever； and for twenty days and nights I watched with him。 I alone；—and gave him all his medicine； and did everything for him； and then he called me his good angel； and said I’d saved his life。 We had two beautiful children。 The first was a boy； and we called him Henry。 He was the image of his father；—he had such beautiful eyes； such a forehead； and his hair hung all in curls around it； and he had all his father’s spirit； and his talent； too。 Little Elise； he said； looked like me。 He used to tell me that I was the most beautiful woman in Louisiana； he was so proud of me and the children。 He used to love to have me dress them up； and take them and me about in an open carriage； and hear the remarks that people would make on us； and he used to fill my ears constantly with the fine things that were said in praise of me and the children。 O； those were happy days！ I thought I was as happy as any one could be； but then there came evil times。 He had a cousin come to New Orleans； who was his particular friend；—he thought all the world of him；—but； from the first time I saw him； I couldn’t tell why； I dreaded him； for I felt sure he was going to bring misery on us。 He got Henry to going out with him； and often he would not come home nights till two or three o’clock。 I did not dare say a word； for Henry was so high spirited； I was afraid to。 He got him to the gaming…houses； and he was one of the sort that； when he once got a going there； there was no holding back。 And then he introduced him to another lady； and I saw soon that his heart was gone from me。 He never told me； but I saw it；—I knew it； day after day；—I felt my heart breaking； but I could not say a word！ At this； the wretch offered to buy me and the children of Henry； to clear off his gamblng debts； which stood in the way of his marrying as he wished；—and he sold us。 He told me； one day； that he had business in the country； and should be gone two or three weeks。 He spoke kinder than usual； and said he should come back； but it didn’t deceive me。 I knew that the time had come； I was just like one turned into stone； I couldn’t speak； nor shed a tear。 He kissed me and kissed the children； a good many times； and went out。 I saw him get on his horse； and I watched him till he was quite out of sight； and then I fell down； and fainted。
“Then he came； the cursed wretch！ he came to take possession。 He told me that he had bought me and my children； and showed me the papers。 I cursed him before God； and told him I’d die sooner than live with him。”
“‘Just as you please；’ said he； ‘but； if you don’t behave reasonably； I’ll sell both the children； where you shall never see them again。’ He told me that he always had meant to have me； from the first time he saw me； and that he had drawn Henry on； and got him in debt； on purpose to make him willing to sell me。 That he got him in love with another woman； and that I might know； after all that； that he should not give up for a few airs and tears； and things of that sort。
“I gave up； for my hands were tied。 He had my children；—whenever I resisted his will anywhere； he would talk about selling them； and he made me as submissive as he desired。 O； what a life it was！ to live with my heart breaking； every day；—to keep on； on； on； loving； when it was only misery； and to be bound； body and soul； to one I hated。 I used to love to read to Henry； to play to him； to waltz with him； and sing to him； but everything I did for this one was a perfect drag；—yet I was afraid to refuse anything。 He was very imperious； and harsh to the children。 Elise was a timid little thing； but Henry was bold and high…spirited； like his father； and he had never been brought under； in the least； by any one。 He was always finding fault； and quarrelling with him； and I used to live in daily fear and dread。 I tried to make the child respectful；—I tried to keep them apart； for I held on to those children like death； but it did no good。 He sold both those children。 He took me to ride； one day； and when I came home； they were nowhere to be found！ He told me he had sold them； he showed me the money； the price of their blood。 Then it seemed as if all good forsook me。 I raved and cursed；—cursed God and man； and； for a while； I believe； he really was afraid of me。 But he didn’t give up so。 He told me that my children were sold； but whether I ever saw their faces again； depended on him； and that； if I wasn’t quiet； they should smart for it。 Well； you can do anything with a woman； when you’ve got her children。 He made me submit； he made me be peaceable； he flattered me with hopes that； perhaps； he would buy them back； and so things went on； a week or two。 One day； I was out walking； and passed by the calaboose； I saw a crowd about the gate； and heard a child’s voice；—and suddenly my Henry broke away from two or three men who were holding the poor boy screamed and looked into my face； and held on to me； until； in tearing him off； they tore the skirt of my dress half away； and they carried him in； screaming ‘Mother！ mother！ mother！’ There was one man stood there seemed to pity me。 I offered him all the money I had； if he’d only interfere。 He shook his head； and said that the boy had been impudent and disobedient； ever since he bought him； that he was going to break him in； once for all。 I turned and ran； and every step of the way； I thought that I heard him scream。 I got into the house； ran； all out of breath； to the parlor； where I found Butler。 I told him； and begged him to go and interfere。 He only laughed； and told me the boy had got his deserts。 He’d got to be broken in；—the sooner the better； ‘what did I expect？’ he asked。
“It seemed to me something in my head snapped； at that moment。 I felt dizzy and furious。 I remember seeing a great sharp bowie…knife on the table； I remember somet