Then, I suppose, we can spare the boy, as this is his time for going home.

Put that tin box with the Trust papers on the bed, George, and Mr.Hathaway will excuse your waiting." As the old servant made an exaggerated obeisance to each, Paul remarked, as the door closed upon him, "George certainly keeps his style, colonel, in the face of the progress you deplore." "He was always a 'dandy nigger,'" returned Pendleton, his face slightly relaxing as he glanced after his grizzled henchman, "but his exaggeration of courtesy is a blank sight more natural and manly than the exaggeration of discourtesy which your superior civilized 'helps' think is self-respect.

The excuse of servitude of any kind is its spontaneity and affection.

When you know a man hates you and serves you from interest, you know he's a cur and you're a tyrant.

It's your blank progress that's made menial service degrading by teaching men to avoid it.