Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 133: what you’re looking at

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ON WITH THE DANCE. 123 tne possibility of her remaining. Reruk Tenement save yourself a scene.” Virginia withdrew, and with caleaiuniabeietanaiamntice chamber. As she entered it, Rose stirred for the first time; raising her head, she looked in the tearful face of her young “No use tellin’ me de news,” she remarked—and getting up, went quietly to arranging the room. That day the Judge’s family were to dine with Colonel Fairfax. The festivity was to serve as the introduction to that feeling of relationship and mutual interest natural to the present state of affairs. The betrothal of the young people lated Maum Guinea, by a gold dollar, and still more by one of his golden smiles, to do her handsomest in the culinary department, and to Hyperion he had given warning to exercise his utmost skill. The dinner was to be succeeded by evening Virginia in a pleasant flutter of anticipation. If it had not been for the sad, dull face of the girl who flitted about her with unusual assiduity, doing every thing kind and careful, but speaking little and shedding no tears, she would have been extremely happy. But she could not, in the selfishness of her own joy, quite shut out the distress of her slave. Her voice trembled when she addressed her, calling her ‘“ Rose, dear,” and “her darling aga Sone ee ness to give her up. . — nuiathanthniinsaibaxpatibie? seindibdjeeEveatnle down her rich hair to dress it for the fée; “I wish Philip not to be ashamed of me. Besides, it will be the /ast time you will dress me. It’s 00 bad! I hate Mr. Talfierro!” “So do I,” whispered the slave-girl, under her breath, and CoOmiclookks.conn