No, indeed, Masr St. Clare, said Tom, with a flash of energy. No, indeed!
Why, Tom, you couldnt possibly have earned, by your work, such clothes and such living as I have given you.
Knows all that, Masr St. Clare; Masrs been too good; but, Masr, Id rather have poor clothes, poor house, poor everything, and have em mine, than have the best, and have em any mans else,I had so, Masr; I think its natur, Masr.
I suppose so, Tom, and youll be going off and leaving me, in a month or so, he added, rather discontentedly. Though why you shouldnt, no mortal knows, he said, in a gayer tone; and, getting up, he began to walk the floor.
Not while Masr is in trouble, said Tom. Ill stay with Masr as long as he wants me,so as I can be any use.
Not while Im in trouble, Tom? said St. Clare, looking sadly out of the window. . . . And when will my trouble be over?
When Masr St. Clares a Christian, said Tom.
And you really mean to stay by till that day comes? said St. Clare, half smiling, as he turned from the window, and laid his hand on Toms shoulder. Ah, Tom, you soft, silly boy! I wont keep you till that day. Go home to your wife and children, and give my love to all.
I s faith to believe that day will come, said Tom, earnestly, and with tears in his eyes; the Lord has a work for Masr.
A work, hey? said St. Clare, well, now, Tom, give me your views on what sort of a work it is;lets hear.
Why, even a poor fellow like me has a work from the Lord; and Masr St. Clare, that has larnin, and riches, and friends,how much he might do for the Lord!
Tom, you seem to think the Lord needs a great deal done for him, said St. Clare, smiling.
We does for the Lord when we does for his critturs, said Tom.
Good theology, Tom; better than Dr. B. preaches, I dare swear, said St. Clare.
The conversation was here interrupted by the announcement of some visitors.
Marie St. Clare felt the loss of Eva as deeply as she could feel anything; and, as she was a woman that had a great faculty of making everybody unhappy when she was, her immediate attendants had still stronger reason to regret the loss of their young mistress, whose winning ways and gentle intercessions had so often been a shield to them from the tyrannical and selfish exactions of her mother. Poor old Mammy, in particular, whose heart, severed from all natural domestic ties, had consoled itself with this one beautiful being, was almost heart-broken. She cried day and night, and was, from excess of sorrow, less skilful and alert in her ministrations of her mistress than usual, which drew down a constant storm of invectives on her defenceless head.
Miss Ophelia felt the loss; but, in her good and honest heart, it bore fruit unto everlasting life. She was more softened, more gentle; and, though equally assiduous in every duty, it was with a chastened and quiet air, as one who communed with her own heart not in vain. She was more diligent in teaching Topsy,taught her mainly from the Bible,did not any longer shrink from her touch, or manifest an ill-repressed disgust, because she felt none. She viewed her now through the softened medium that Evas hand had
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