Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 27: what you’re looking at

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> IN THE SHADOW. 21 This was the pretty dream they had cherished when they parted; but when they met again, a few days later, their prospects were changed. Miss Virginia had no idea of allow- ing her favorite maid to marry, and be having interests of her own, which might interfere with dressing her hair and humoring her caprices at all times—at least, not at present— not for a year anyhow. She was going to Saratoga next year, and should need ‘Rose as much as her trunks or purse, and Rose might be ill or something—no, no, decidedly—not until she returned from the Springs. By that time, matters might be arranged, if they were still so foolish as to wish it, so that they could marry; a contingency might arise—here Miss Virginia blushed, and looked out the window, confused by the pleasant thought which had swept across her mind, sweet as a breeze from a garden of roses, It was but a thought—nay, but a fancy—for no lightest whisper had yet been breathed; but it awoke a bashful, tumultuous stir in her the window-sill, forgetful entirely of the downcast girl, who, with tearful eye and heavy heart, was striving to keep on with her embroidery, and not injure it by the rain which dripped over her cheeks. Poor Rose! her brilliant hopes had been blotted out, corn- colored tissue dress, gold ring, and all. During that halfhour, almost for the first time in her life, she wished she were not a slave—which was very unreasonable in her, for there are not when they please, nor have a silk tissue dress to be married in. Turbulent thoughts swelled her bosom, and once or twice a defiant glance flashed through her tears at the young mistress whom she loved, and who was usually indulgent to a fault. Virginia made a pretty picture as she Jeaned against the window-frame, the dark braids of her hair, cComichooks-com