Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 128: what you’re looking at

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118 MAUM GUINEA. airly;’—and sob after sob broke distressingly from the dark, panting bosom. “If papa has sold you, he has done very wrong,” crivd Virginia, flushed and indignant. “He knows I can not do without you!” “In course you can’t, Miss Virginny. Who'd do your beautiful hair, or your lawn dresses, I'd like to know !” Poor Rose! | She was thinking of Hyperion, of herself—of her faithful lover and her hated owner—but she felt instinc- tively, in that hour of desperation, that it would be in yain to appeal to “white folks” on common grounds of sympathy, and she grasped at the idea of her being useful and necessary to Miss Virginia, as a drowning man grasps at a straw. The momentous question of the slave-girl’s fate resolved itself into the critical pochlonp.oft “sbacrnels Ache aaleretib yrs Ait neeeneadiinnatelaabedt. Boas So much to plan and do —and all the sewing and embroidery. I shall just tell papa flatly that I can not and will not get married, if 1 am com- pelled to part with you.” “Oh, do! do tell him, dear ae a moment a gleam of hope shone over the beautiful, wild, imploring face, like sunset out of a summer storm-cloud ; but it was swept over by a second gust of despair, as she added: “Ah! ah! "he tell me de papers done been signed.” “Well, well get them wun-signed then,” said Virginia, resolutely». “I'll ask Mr. Talfierro himself; Pll appeal to his * gallantry. He certainly can not have as much need of a lady’s-maid. as I,”—and she half-laughed in the midst of her irritation. “If he wants a housekeeper, he can find plenty, more fit than you; while I can not possibly dispense with you. I have learned you to do every thing so nicely—and besides, I like you so much, Rose, dear,”—and a sense of gratitude, ’ ~ comichbooks.conn —