"I've had a hard life, an' it warn't fair." For the first time it occurred to her that the Providence she had served had not used her honourably in return.

"Even Abner al'ays thought that Mary Hilliard was the prettiest," she added, after a minute.
As she crossed the lawn at Jordan's Journey, Uncle Abednego, the butler, appeared at the back door, and detained her with an excited wave of the hand.
"Lawd A'mighty, dar's bad times yer, Miss Sary!" he cried, "Miss Angela she's been mos' dead fur goin' on two hours, en we all's done sont Cephus on de bay horse arter Marse Jonathan!".