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Yes
,
he
would
take
the
nonsense
out
of
her
pretty
quick
--
if
he
did
n't
,
might
he
be
d
--
d.
Eliza
shrunk
before
him
,
and
tried
to
wipe
away
her
tears
,
but
it
was
all
in
vain
.
She
wanted
to
be
with
her
children
,
she
said
,
the
little
time
she
had
to
live
.
All
the
frowns
and
threats
of
Freeman
,
could
not
wholly
silence
the
afflicted
mother
.
She
kept
on
begging
and
beseeching
them
,
most
piteously
,
not
to
separate
the
three
.
Over
and
over
again
she
told
them
how
she
loved
her
boy
.
A
great
many
times
she
repeated
her
former
promises
--
how
very
faithful
and
obedient
she
would
be
;
how
hard
she
would
labor
day
and
night
,
to
the
last
moment
of
her
life
,
if
he
would
only
buy
them
all
together
.
But
it
was
of
no
avail
;
the
man
could
not
afford
it
.
The
bargain
was
agreed
upon
,
and
Randall
must
go
alone
.
Then
Eliza
ran
to
him
;
embraced
him
passionately
;
kissed
him
again
and
again
;
told
him
to
remember
her
--
all
the
while
her
tears
falling
in
the
boy
's
face
like
rain
.
Freeman
damned
her
,
calling
her
a
blubbering
,
bawling
wench
,
and
ordered
her
to
go
to
her
place
,
and
behave
herself
,
and
be
somebody
.
He
swore
he
would
n't
stand
such
stuff
but
a
little
longer
.
He
would
soon
give
her
something
to
cry
about
,
if
she
was
not
mighty
careful
,
and
that
she
might
depend
upon
.
The
planter
from
Baton
Rouge
,
with
his
new
purchases
,
was
ready
to
depart
.
"
Do
n't
cry
,
mama
.
I
will
be
a
good
boy
.
Do
n't
cry
,
"
said
Randall
,
looking
back
,
as
they
passed
out
of
the
door
.
What
has
become
of
the
lad
,
God
knows
.
It
was
a
mournful
scene
indeed
.
I
would
have
cried
myself
if
I
had
dared
.
That
night
,
nearly
all
who
came
in
on
the
brig
Orleans
,
were
taken
ill
.
They
complained
of
violent
pain
in
the
head
and
back
.
Little
Emily
--
a
thing
unusual
with
her
--
cried
constantly
.
In
the
morning
a
physician
was
called
in
,
but
was
unable
to
determine
the
nature
of
our
complaint
.
While
examining
me
,
and
asking
questions
touching
my
symptoms
,
I
gave
it
as
my
opinion
that
it
was
an
attack
of
small-pox
--
mentioning
the
fact
of
Robert
's
death
as
the
reason
of
my
belief
.
It
might
be
so
indeed
,
he
thought
,
and
he
would
send
for
the
head
physician
of
the
hospital
.
Shortly
,
the
head
physician
came
--
a
small
,
light-haired
man
,
whom
they
called
Dr.
Carr
.
He
pronounced
it
small-pox
,
whereupon
there
was
much
alarm
throughout
the
yard
.
Soon
after
Dr.
Carr
left
,
Eliza
,
Emmy
,
Harry
and
myself
were
put
into
a
hack
and
driven
to
the
hospital
--
a
large
white
marble
building
,
standing
on
the
outskirts
of
the
city
.
Harry
and
I
were
placed
in
a
room
in
one
of
the
upper
stories
.
I
became
very
sick
.
For
three
days
I
was
entirely
blind
.
While
lying
in
this
state
one
day
,
Bob
came
in
,
saying
to
Dr.
Carr
that
Freeman
had
sent
him
over
to
inquire
how
we
were
getting
on
.
Tell
him
,
said
the
doctor
,
that
Platt
is
very
bad
,
but
that
if
he
survives
until
nine
o'clock
,
he
may
recover
.
I
expected
to
die
.
Though
there
was
little
in
the
prospect
before
me
worth
living
for
,
the
near
approach
of
death
appalled
me
.
I
thought
I
could
have
been
resigned
to
yield
up
my
life
in
the
bosom
of
my
family
,
but
to
expire
in
the
midst
of
strangers
,
under
such
circumstances
,
was
a
bitter
reflection
.
There
were
a
great
number
in
the
hospital
,
of
both
sexes
,
and
of
all
ages
.
In
the
rear
of
the
building
coffins
were
manufactured
.
When
one
died
,
the
bell
tolled
--
a
signal
to
the
undertaker
to
come
and
bear
away
the
body
to
the
potter
's
field
.
Many
times
,
each
day
and
night
,
the
tolling
bell
sent
forth
its
melancholy
voice
,
announcing
another
death
.
But
my
time
had
not
yet
come
.
The
crisis
having
passed
,
I
began
to
revive
,
and
at
the
end
of
two
weeks
and
two
days
,
returned
with
Harry
to
the
pen
,
bearing
upon
my
face
the
effects
of
the
malady
,
which
to
this
day
continues
to
disfigure
it
.
Eliza
and
Emily
were
also
brought
back
next
day
in
a
hack
,
and
again
were
we
paraded
in
the
sales-room
,
for
the
inspection
and
examination
of
purchasers
.
I
still
indulged
the
hope
that
the
old
gentleman
in
search
of
a
coachman
would
call
again
,
as
he
had
promised
,
and
purchase
me
.
In
that
event
I
felt
an
abiding
confidence
that
I
would
soon
regain
my
liberty
.
Customer
after
customer
entered
,
but
the
old
gentleman
never
made
his
appearance
.
At
length
,
one
day
,
while
we
were
in
the
yard
,
Freeman
came
out
and
ordered
us
to
our
places
,
in
the
great
room
.
A
gentleman
was
waiting
for
us
as
we
entered
,
and
inasmuch
as
he
will
be
often
mentioned
in
the
progress
of
this
narrative
,
a
description
of
his
personal
appearance
,
and
my
estimation
of
his
character
,
at
first
sight
,
may
not
be
out
of
place
.
He
was
a
man
above
the
ordinary
height
,
somewhat
bent
and
stooping
forward
.
He
was
a
good-looking
man
,
and
appeared
to
have
reached
about
the
middle
age
of
life
.
