Franconia seems invested with new life; Annette forgets for the time
her troubles; Mrs. Rosebrook, who does the honours of the table,
wishes every ill-used slave could find means of escaping into
freedom; and Deacon Rosebrook says he will join heart and hand in
getting the forlorn girl free from her base purchaser.
CHAPTER XLIII.
OTHER PHASES OF THE SUBJECT.
WE must leave to the reader's imagination much that transpired at
the Rosebrook Villa during the night above mentioned, and ask him to
accompany us on the following morning, when curious placards may be
seen posted here and there at corners of streets and other
conspicuous places about the city. Mr. Pringle Blowers has lost a
beautiful female slave, whose fair hair, beautiful complexion, deep
blue eyes, delicate features, and charming promise, is in large type
and blackest printer's ink set forth most glowingly. Had Mr. Pringle
Blowers been a poet instead of a chivalric rice-planter, he might
have emblazoned his loss in sentimental rhyme. But Pringle Blowers
says poets always make fools of themselves; and, although the south
is a sweet and sunny land, he is happy indeed that it is troubled
with none of the miscreants. He owned niggers innumerable; but they
were only common stock, all of whom he could have lost without
feeling any more than ordinary disappointment at the loss of their
worth in money. For this one, however, he had a kind of undefined
love, which moved his heart most indescribably.
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