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There
was
nothing
repulsive
in
his
presence
;
but
on
the
other
hand
,
there
was
something
cheerful
and
attractive
in
his
face
,
and
in
his
tone
of
voice
.
The
finer
elements
were
all
kindly
mingled
in
his
breast
,
as
any
one
could
see
.
He
moved
about
among
us
,
asking
many
questions
,
as
to
what
we
could
do
,
and
what
labor
we
had
been
accustomed
to
;
if
we
thought
we
would
like
to
live
with
him
,
and
would
be
good
boys
if
he
would
buy
us
,
and
other
interrogatories
of
like
character
.
After
some
further
inspection
,
and
conversation
touching
prices
,
he
finally
offered
Freeman
one
thousand
dollars
for
me
,
nine
hundred
for
Harry
,
and
seven
hundred
for
Eliza
.
Whether
the
small-pox
had
depreciated
our
value
,
or
from
what
cause
Freeman
had
concluded
to
fall
five
hundred
dollars
from
the
price
I
was
before
held
at
,
I
can
not
say
.
At
any
rate
,
after
a
little
shrewd
reflection
,
he
announced
his
acceptance
of
the
offer
.
As
soon
as
Eliza
heard
it
,
she
was
in
an
agony
again
.
By
this
time
she
had
become
haggard
and
hollow-eyed
with
sickness
and
with
sorrow
.
It
would
be
a
relief
if
I
could
consistently
pass
over
in
silence
the
scene
that
now
ensued
.
It
recalls
memories
more
mournful
and
affecting
than
any
language
can
portray
.
I
have
seen
mothers
kissing
for
the
last
time
the
faces
of
their
dead
offspring
;
I
have
seen
them
looking
down
into
the
grave
,
as
the
earth
fell
with
a
dull
sound
upon
their
coffins
,
hiding
them
from
their
eyes
forever
;
but
never
have
I
seen
such
an
exhibition
of
intense
,
unmeasured
,
and
unbounded
grief
,
as
when
Eliza
was
parted
from
her
child
.
She
broke
from
her
place
in
the
line
of
women
,
and
rushing
down
where
Emily
was
standing
,
caught
her
in
her
arms
.
The
child
,
sensible
of
some
impending
danger
,
instinctively
fastened
her
hands
around
her
mother
's
neck
,
and
nestled
her
little
head
upon
her
bosom
.
Freeman
sternly
ordered
her
to
be
quiet
,
but
she
did
not
heed
him
.
He
caught
her
by
the
arm
and
pulled
her
rudely
,
but
she
only
clung
the
closer
to
the
child
.
Then
,
with
a
volley
of
great
oaths
,
he
struck
her
such
a
heartless
blow
,
that
she
staggered
backward
,
and
was
like
to
fall
.
Oh
!
how
piteously
then
did
she
beseech
and
beg
and
pray
that
they
might
not
be
separated
.
Why
could
they
not
be
purchased
together
?
Why
not
let
her
have
one
of
her
dear
children
?
"
Mercy
,
mercy
,
master
!
"
she
cried
,
falling
on
her
knees
.
"
Please
,
master
,
buy
Emily
.
I
can
never
work
any
if
she
is
taken
from
me
:
I
will
die
.
"
Freeman
interfered
again
,
but
,
disregarding
him
,
she
still
plead
most
earnestly
,
telling
how
Randall
had
been
taken
from
her
--
how
she
never
would
see
him
again
,
and
now
it
was
too
bad
--
oh
,
God
!
it
was
too
bad
,
too
cruel
,
to
take
her
away
from
Emily
--
her
pride
--
her
only
darling
,
that
could
not
live
,
it
was
so
young
,
without
its
mother
!
Finally
,
after
much
more
of
supplication
,
the
purchaser
of
Eliza
stepped
forward
,
evidently
affected
,
and
said
to
Freeman
he
would
buy
Emily
,
and
asked
him
what
her
price
was
.
"
What
is
her
price
?
Buy
her
?
"
was
the
responsive
interrogatory
of
Theophilus
Freeman
.
And
instantly
answering
his
own
inquiry
,
he
added
,
"
I
wo
n't
sell
her
.
She
's
not
for
sale
.
"
The
man
remarked
he
was
not
in
need
of
one
so
young
--
that
it
would
be
of
no
profit
to
him
,
but
since
the
mother
was
so
fond
of
her
,
rather
than
see
them
separated
,
he
would
pay
a
reasonable
price
.
But
to
this
humane
proposal
Freeman
was
entirely
deaf
.
He
would
not
sell
her
then
on
any
account
whatever
.
There
were
heaps
and
piles
of
money
to
be
made
of
her
,
he
said
,
when
she
was
a
few
years
older
.
There
were
men
enough
in
New-Orleans
who
would
give
five
thousand
dollars
for
such
an
extra
,
handsome
,
fancy
piece
as
Emily
would
be
,
rather
than
not
get
her
.
No
,
no
,
he
would
not
sell
her
then
.
She
was
a
beauty
--
a
picture
--
a
doll
--
one
of
the
regular
bloods
--
none
of
your
thick-lipped
,
bullet-headed
,
cotton-picking
niggers
--
if
she
was
might
he
be
d
--
d.
When
Eliza
heard
Freeman
's
determination
not
to
part
with
Emily
,
she
became
absolutely
frantic
.
"
I
will
not
go
without
her
.
They
shall
not
take
her
from
me
,
"
she
fairly
shrieked
,
her
shrieks
commingling
with
the
loud
and
angry
voice
of
Freeman
,
commanding
her
to
be
silent
.
