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O, George, for my sake, do be careful! Dont do anything wicked; dont lay hands on yourself, or anybody else! You are tempted too muchtoo much; but dontgo you mustbut go carefully, prudently; pray God to help you. Well, then, Eliza, hear my plan. Masr took it into his head to send me right by here, with a note to Mr. Symmes, that lives a mile past. I believe he expected I should come here to tell you what I have. It would please him, if he thought it would aggravate Shelbys folks, as he calls em. Im going home quite resigned, you understand, as if all was over. Ive got some preparations made,and there are those that will help me; and, in the course of a week or so, I shall be among the missing, some day. Pray for me, Eliza; perhaps the good Lord will hear you. O, pray yourself, George, and go trusting in him; then you wont do anything wicked. Well, now, good-by, said George, holding Elizas hands, and gazing into her eyes, without moving. They stood silent; then there were last words, and sobs, and bitter weeping,such parting as those may make whose hope to meet again is as the spiders web,and the husband and wife were parted. |
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