Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 78: what you’re looking at

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72 MAUM GUINEA. some one of her own kin, whom she had some time cared for and loved. “Ts: all here,” he said, at last, pressing his hand on his _ heart. “W'at is it, honey? Tell qMaum Ginny, and mebbe your heart’'ll feel lighter. But drink dis coffee, fust—'twill kind o’ set you up, and gib you stren’th.” “T don’t want nuffin’ to choo ths eee os choked up wid such a lump, I couldn’t swaller a mouf*ful, Maumy.” “ Woll, now, jes’ speak right out, w’at de trubble, darlin’ ” “Oh, Maum Ginny, dey’ re talkin’ bout sellin’ Rose.” “ Sellin’ Rose !” “Yis, I heerd ’em myself. Massa Bell, he’s offered four Vousand dollers for her; and he’s hard up for money, and Massa Fairfax he say— Sell her, sell her!’ ” “Oh, dey wouldn’ sell Rose. Miss Virginny wouldn’ let ’em.” She tried to speak cheerfully, though her hands trembled as she pushed the dishes about, pretending a care- Jessness she did not feel. — “Dey spoke ’bout dat; and dey said, ‘Miss Virginny soon get ober it—Miss Virginny would get ober it, but J nebber should, Maum Ginny,”—he raised his eyes to her face with an expression which pained her corded and scarred old heart, albeit it was used to torture. “ Who wants to buy her?” “That gentleum from New Orleans we see here yesterday, ~ —dat berry proud gentleum wid de dimond buttons in his shirt,’—poor Hyperion had noticed, with the appreciative eye of his calling, the glittering brilliants which bedecked the splendid gentleman. . “ Has he got a wife?” < a ates ote ds ~ attepteict is eee CoOnmmcooolks.comnn)