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Harriet Beecher Stowes Uncle Toms Cabin (Literature)
Why Tom, whats the case? You look as solemn as a coffin.
I feel very bad, Masr. I allays have thought that Masr would be good to everybody.
Well, Tom, havent I been? Come, now, what do you want? Theres something you havent got, I suppose, and this the preface.
Masr allays been good to me. I havent nothing to complain of, on that head. But there is one that Masr isnt good to.
Why, Tom, whats got into you? Speak out; what do you mean?
Last night, between one and two, I thought so. I studied upon the matter then. Masr isnt good to himself.
Tom said this with his back to his master, and his hand on the doorknob. St. Clare felt his face flush crimson, but he laughed.
O, thats all, is it? he said, gaily.
All! said Tom, turning suddenly round and falling on his knees. O, my dear young Masr! Im fraid it will be loss of all-all-body and soul. The good Book says, it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder! my dear Masr!
Toms voice choked, and tears ran down his cheeks.
You poor, silly fool! said St. Clare, with tears in his own eyes. Get up, Tom. Im not worth crying over.
-Uncle Toms Cabin. Harriet Beecher Stowe (Literature)
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