“I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. I might utter a million, and still I doubt if I could make you understand. Where I am in error, you can set me right. You understand me, I’m sure. Perhaps, as you say, I do not really care—but I cannot do it. “I will not have this slavery,” she said. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother.
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