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Youll find out, one of these days, returned Cassy, in the same tone. Now Simon, Ive one piece of advice to give you. The devil, you have! My advice is, said Cassy, steadily, as she began adjusting some things about the room, that you let Tom alone. What business is t of yours? What? To be sure, I dont know what it should be. If you want to pay twelve hundred for a fellow, and use him right up in the press of the season, just to serve your own spite, its no business of mine, Ive done what I could for him. You have? What business have you meddling in my matters? None, to be sure. Ive saved you some thousands of dollars, at different times, by taking care of your hands,thats all the thanks I get. If your crop comes shorter into market than any of theirs, you wont lose your bet, I suppose? Tompkins wont lord it over you, I suppose,and youll pay down your money like a lady, wont you? I think I see you doing it! Legree, like many other planters, had but one form of ambition,to have in the heaviest crop of the season,and he had several bets on this very present season pending in the next town. Cassy, therefore, with womans tact, touched the only string that could be made to vibrate. Well, Ill let him off at what hes got, said Legree; but he shall beg my pardon, and promise better fashions. That he wont do, said Cassy. Wont,eh? No, he wont, said Cassy. Id like to know why, Mistress, said Legree, in the extreme of scorn. Because hes done right, and he knows it, and wont say hes done wrong. Who a cuss cares what he knows? The nigger shall say what I please, or Or, youll lose your bet on the cotton crop, by keeping him out of the field, just at this very press. But he will give up,course, he will; dont I know what niggers is? Hell beg like a dog, this morning. He wont, Simon; you dont know this kind. You may kill him by inches,you wont get the first word of confession out of him. Well see,where is he? said Legree, going out. In the waste-room of the gin-house, said Cassy. Legree, though he talked so stoutly to Cassy, still sallied forth from the house with a degree of misgiving which was not common with him. His dreams of the past night, mingled with Cassys prudential suggestions, considerably affected his mind. He resolved that nobody should be witness of his encounter with Tom; and determined, if he could not subdue him by bullying, to defer his vengeance, to be wreaked in a more convenient season. |
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