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"
Elizabeth
,
Margaret
and
Alonzo
.
"
"
And
your
wife
's
name
before
her
marriage
?
"
"
Anne
Hampton
.
"
"
Who
married
you
?
"
"
Timothy
Eddy
,
of
Fort
Edward
.
"
"
Where
does
that
gentleman
live
?
"
again
pointing
to
Northup
,
who
remained
standing
in
the
same
place
where
I
had
first
recognized
him
.
"
He
lives
in
Sandy
Hill
,
Washington
county
,
New-York
,
"
was
the
reply
.
He
was
proceeding
to
ask
further
questions
,
but
I
pushed
past
him
,
unable
longer
to
restrain
myself
.
I
seized
my
old
acquaintance
by
both
hands
.
I
could
not
speak
.
I
could
not
refrain
from
tears
.
"
Sol
,
"
he
said
at
length
,
"
I
'm
glad
to
see
you
.
"
I
essayed
to
make
some
answer
,
but
emotion
choked
all
utterance
,
and
I
was
silent
.
The
slaves
,
utterly
confounded
,
stood
gazing
upon
the
scene
,
their
open
mouths
and
rolling
eyes
indicating
the
utmost
wonder
and
astonishment
.
For
ten
years
I
had
dwelt
among
them
,
in
the
field
and
in
the
cabin
,
borne
the
same
hardships
,
partaken
the
same
fare
,
mingled
my
griefs
with
theirs
,
participated
in
the
same
scanty
joys
;
nevertheless
,
not
until
this
hour
,
the
last
I
was
to
remain
among
them
,
had
the
remotest
suspicion
of
my
true
name
,
or
the
slightest
knowledge
of
my
real
history
,
been
entertained
by
any
one
of
them
.
