Master said he was sorry; but oh, Missis--you ought to have heard her talk! If she an't a Christian and an angel, there never was one.

I'm a wicked girl to leave her so; but, then, I can't help it.

She said, herself, one soul was worth more than the world; and this boy has a soul, and if I let him be carried off, who knows what'll become of it?
It must be right: but, if it an't right, the Lord forgive me, for I can't help doing it!" "Well, old man!" said Aunt Chloe, "why don't you go, too?
Will you wait to be toted down river, where they kill niggers with hard work and starving?
I'd a heap rather die than go there, any day! There's time for ye,--be off with Lizy,--you've got a pass to come and go any time.

Come, bustle up, and I'll get your things together." Tom slowly raised his head, and looked sorrowfully but quietly around, and said, "No, no--I an't going.

Let Eliza go--it's her right! I wouldn't be the one to say no--'tan't in _natur_ for her to stay; but you heard what she said! If I must be sold, or all the people on the place, and everything go to rack, why, let me be sold.