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Uncle Tom's Cabin | Harriet Beecher Stowe | |
Of Tom's New Master, and Various Other Matters |
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While this had been passing, Eva had flown like a bird, through the porch and parlor, to a little boudoir opening likewise on the verandah. A tall, dark-eyed, sallow woman, half rose from a couch on which she was reclining. "Mamma!" said Eva, in a sort of a rapture, throwing herself on her neck, and embracing her over and over again. "That'll do,--take care, child,--don't, you make my head ache," said the mother, after she had languidly kissed her. St. Clare came in, embraced his wife in true, orthodox, husbandly fashion, and then presented to her his cousin. Marie lifted her large eyes on her cousin with an air of some curiosity, and received her with languid politeness. A crowd of servants now pressed to the entry door, and among them a middle-aged mulatto woman, of very respectable appearance, stood foremost, in a tremor of expectation and joy, at the door. "O, there's Mammy!" said Eva, as she flew across the room; and, throwing herself into her arms, she kissed her repeatedly. This woman did not tell her that she made her head ache, but, on the contrary, she hugged her, and laughed, and cried, till her sanity was a thing to be doubted of; and when released from her, Eva flew from one to another, shaking hands and kissing, in a way that Miss Ophelia afterwards declared fairly turned her stomach. "Well!" said Miss Ophelia, "you southern children can do something that _I_ couldn't." "What, now, pray?" said St. Clare. "Well, I want to be kind to everybody, and I wouldn't have anything hurt; but as to kissing--" "Niggers," said St. Clare, "that you're not up to,--hey?" |
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