Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 107: what you’re looking at

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MRS. ROXY. ~ 105 “Oh, no! I ’spects not,” said the negress, pleasantly, laugh- ing a little to herself “ If I'd said they’s dead, ’spoze you'd a thought ’em living, eh? But, don’t make no difference, no- ways, you's going back to-Ouby; ’spects you never was in Cuby, neither.” | “Oh, yes! that was my home, I was born in Havana,” said Minerva. “Well, that’s mighty reasonable, now, considering, thought as maybe you wouldn’t recollect, p’raps.” : “JT recollect too much,” murmured the young girl, grieving- ly. A moment after she said, “Can I not see the captain ?” “ Well, I guesses not, captain doesn’t like to go in ladies state-rooms; if you wants de steward now, he'll bring you any thing you orders. Say, piece of grill chicken.” “Oh, no, no, no,” exclaimed. Minerva, in stones of intense disgust. To think of food in her misery, was too much. “Well, I doesn’t insist on nothin’,” replied the negress; “*xcept ye must be very quiet and still, ‘cause there'll be no danger to ye, if ye be; but, I’ve known some folks in your state, to be let right down im the water, when de paroxisms come too strong, so try to be still, honey.” “What is your name?’ asked Minerva, after she had watched the woman with pitiful eyes for some moments. “T's called Mrs. Roxy,” was the reply. ‘ Well, chile, stop looking at me, yer eyes kinder haunt me; what is it you wants ?” : “Oh, Mrs. Roxy,” murmured Minerva, plaintively ; “won't you leave me for a little while? I should like to be alone for a short time.” > “Orders is to watch ye close, chile, see’t you don’t do no mischief,” was the short reply. “But you needn’t be in the least afraid, ’m persecuted by wicked people, who wish to injure me; I assure you, I have all my faculties, I know all about it, and I shall submit, be- cause I must. I am in the power of bad people, and must wait till God delivers me out of their hands.” “All sounds wise and nateral,” said the negress, “but I ain’t no fool, I tell ye, I's seen people jest your way; ye'd never know ‘twasn’t jest as they said, if ’twant for ’sperience; you see, chile, I's got ’sperience.” comiliclbooks.com