Baron has allowed himself to be represented among them by a brutal,
coarse-fibred man. If she had been your sister and had witnessed the
spirit in which our slaves are governed and cared for she would feel
as you do, not vindictive hatred of the North--such feeling is not
permissible toward any of the human race--but a stern, lofty spirit
of independence, such as our fathers had in separating from
England."
"Well, she is a brave, good girl, mother, and has been as kind to me
as if I were her brother."
"Very true, Vincent. She is a remarkably good girl for one brought
up as she has been. She has told me much about her past repressed,
unhappy life. I hope she may visit us some day."
Meantime, the subject of this conversation sat at her window looking
out into the warm, fragrant, starlit night. The words of Maynard,
the passionate resentment of her cousin toward the young captain
merely added to the heavy burden of experience which had been
crowded into the past few weeks. "Oh," she sighed longingly, "if I
could only see Allan Scoville! He is so strong, unselfish and
restful.
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