And so, master, I've told you the whole truth, and I am sure you couldn't have turned the poor wretch out to perish in that storm, no matter what would have come of it after." Phillis had gained confidence as she proceeded, and Mr.Weston heard her without interruption.
"I can hardly blame you," he then said, "for what you have done; but, Phillis, it must never be repeated.

Jim is a great rascal, and if I were his master I would be glad to be rid of him, but my plantation must not shelter runaway slaves.

I am responsible for what my servants do.

I should be inclined to hold other gentlemen responsible for the conduct of theirs.
The laws of Virginia require the rights of the master to be respected, and though I shan't make a constable of myself, still I will not allow any such thing to be repeated.

Did Bacchus know it ?" "No, indeed, sir; he hates Jim, and no good, may be, would have come of his knowing it; besides, he was asleep long after Jim went off, and there was too much whiskey in him to depend on what he'd have to say." "That will do, Phillis; and see that such a thing never happens again," said Mr.Weston.
Phillis went back to her ironing, assured her master was not angry with her.