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"Now, cap'n, fergib de ole man fer sayin' you all wrong. Haint young
mistis been breakin' her lil gyurlish heart ober yo' trouble? Am de
Lawd dat die fer us wuss'n a graven himage? Doan He feel fer you
mo'n we kin? I reck'n you got des de bes' kin' of prep'ration ter go
ter 'Im. You got trouble. How He act toward folks dat hab trouble--
ev'y kin' ob trouble? Marse cap'n, I des KNOWS dat de Lawd wanter
brung you en yo' wife en dat lil Sadie I year you talk 'bout all
togeder whar He is. I des KNOWS hit. Hit's 'spearance."
"Miss Baron," said the captain calmly, "Isn't it wonderful? This old
slave says he knows what, if true, is worth more to me than all the
accumulated wisdom of the world. What do you think of it?"
"It seems as if it ought to be true," she answered earnestly. "I
never so felt before that it OUGHT to be true. We never should have
been born, or given such love as you have for your dear ones, if it
isn't true. Oh, to be just snatched hopelessly away from such ties
is horrible.
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