Ef you say de wud, I des
belebe dey riz right up again dis mar'age."
"Oh, horrible!" said the girl, in whose mind had been instilled the
strong and general dread of a negro insurrection. "There, Zany, you
and Chunk mean kindly, but neither you nor any one can help me. If
either does or says anything to make a disturbance I'll never
forgive you. My cousin and the men with him would kill you all. I'd
rather be left alone, for I must think what to do."
"I ain' sayin' not'n, Miss Lou, sence dat yo' 'quest, but doan you
gib up," and Zany took her departure, resolving to have a conference
with Chunk at the earliest possible moment.
The impossible remedies suggested by Zany depressed Miss Lou all the
more, for they increased her impression of the hopeless character of
her position. She felt that she was being swept forward by
circumstances hard to combat, and how to resist or whether she could
resist, were questions which pressed for an immediate answer. She
possessed a temperament which warned her imperatively against this
hasty marriage, nor was there any hesitancy in her belief that it
would blight her young life beyond remedy.
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