"Did you see then, one of his limbs moved, and--and why he is beginning to gasp for breath." "All the more reason why we should decide at once.

If the fellow regains consciousness and lives, our danger will be all the greater." "Yes, he would be merciless," her lips parted, her eyes eloquent of disgust and horror as she suddenly lifted them to my face.

"I--I must not forget that I--I belong to him; I am his slave; he--he, that hideous thing there, can do anything he wishes with me--the law says he can." The indignant color mounted into her face.

"He can sell me, or use me, or rent me; I am his chattel.

Good God! think of it! Why, I am as white as he is, better educated, accustomed to every care, brought up to believe myself rich and happy--and now I belong to him; he owns me, body and soul." She paused suddenly, assailed by a new thought, a fresh consideration.
"Do you know the law ?" "I am no expert; what is it you would ask ?" "The truth of what they have told me.