I am tired, and to-morrow is Sunday.
Shall you go to church ?" "Certainly, Ann.

Good-night." At the door she turned back with a new and relieving thought.

"Suppose I--or we--buy this man's freedom." "If I owned him that would not be required after what you have told me, but Woodburn is an obstinate, rather stern man, and will refuse, I fear, to sell--" "What will he do with Josiah if he is returned to him as the Act orders ?" "Oh! once a runaway--and the man is no good ?--he would probably sell him to be sent South." She rose and for a moment stood still in the darkness, and then crying, "The pity of it, my God, the pity of it!" went away without the usual courtesy of good-night.
George Grey, when left to his own company, somewhat amazed, began to wish he had never had a hand in this business.

Ann Penhallow went up to her room, although it was as yet early, leaving John in the library and Grey with a neglected cigar on the porch.

In the bedroom over his shop the man most concerned sat industriously reading the _Tribune_.
Ann sat down to think.