Clotel; or, The president's daughter |
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Página 67
... replied Pompey ; " But now you is only thirty years old ; dat is what marser says you is to be . ” “ I know I is more den dat , ” responded the man . " I knows nothing about dat , ” said Pompey ; " but when you get in de market , an ...
... replied Pompey ; " But now you is only thirty years old ; dat is what marser says you is to be . ” “ I know I is more den dat , ” responded the man . " I knows nothing about dat , ” said Pompey ; " but when you get in de market , an ...
Página 69
... replied Smith . “ Then you bet the whole of the boy , do you ? ” “ Yes . ” “ I call you , then , ” said Johnson , at the same time spread- ing his cards out upon the table . " You have beat me , ” said Smith , as soon as he saw the ...
... replied Smith . “ Then you bet the whole of the boy , do you ? ” “ Yes . ” “ I call you , then , ” said Johnson , at the same time spread- ing his cards out upon the table . " You have beat me , ” said Smith , as soon as he saw the ...
Página 70
... replied the trader . “ Stand up , Currer , my gal ; here's a gentleman who wishes to see if you will suit him . ” Althesa clung to her mother's side , as the latter rose from her seat . " She is a rare cook , a good washer , and will ...
... replied the trader . “ Stand up , Currer , my gal ; here's a gentleman who wishes to see if you will suit him . ” Althesa clung to her mother's side , as the latter rose from her seat . " She is a rare cook , a good washer , and will ...
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... replied , " If the mutual love we have for each other , and the dictates of your own conscience do not cause you to remain my husband , and your affections fall from me , I would not , if I could , hold you by a single fetter . ” It was ...
... replied , " If the mutual love we have for each other , and the dictates of your own conscience do not cause you to remain my husband , and your affections fall from me , I would not , if I could , hold you by a single fetter . ” It was ...
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... replied the woman . " What's your name ? ” asked a man in a straw hat of a tall negro man , who stood with his arms folded across his breast , and leaning against the wall . " My name is Aaron , sir . ” " How old are you ? " " Twenty ...
... replied the woman . " What's your name ? ” asked a man in a straw hat of a tall negro man , who stood with his arms folded across his breast , and leaning against the wall . " My name is Aaron , sir . ” " How old are you ? " " Twenty ...
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Clotel Or the President's Daughter: A Narrative of Slave Life in the United ... William Wells Brown Vista previa restringida - 1996 |
Clotel, Or, The President's Daughter: A Narrative of Slave Life in the ... William Wells Brown Vista de fragmentos - 1989 |
Clotel; Or, the President's Daughter William Wells Brown No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2019 |
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Althesa American appearance asked Attakapas beautiful Bible boat Canada Carlton cause chains child Christian Clotel cloth coloured commenced Currer daughter dear death Demy 18mo despotism Devenant dollars EDGWARE ROAD Edward Hore escape eyes father Fcap fear feel felt freedom fugitive slave gentleman George George Green Georgiana gilt girl give Green hand hear heard heart honour hope Horatio hour Huckelby human husband labour lady Lake Erie land liberty look marriage Marser master mistress morning mother mulatto negro never nigger night Ohio river Orleans owner passed Peck persons Pompey poor purchase quadroon replied returned runaway seated servant Shinplasters slaveholder slavery Snyder sold soon steamer taken tell thought told took trader Uncle Simon whip wife William Wells Brown wish woman young
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Página 144 - And can the liberties of a nation be thought secure when we have removed their only firm basis, — a conviction in the minds of the people that these liberties are the gift of God ? — that they are not to be violated but with his wrath ? Indeed, I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that his justice cannot sleep forever...
Página 89 - I should return to the service of my earthly master, " for he who knoweth his Master's will, and doeth it not, shall be beaten with many stripes, and thus have I chastened you.
Página 108 - Knowing this, that the law is not made for a righteous man, but for the lawless and disobedient, for the ungodly and for sinners...
Página 108 - Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth : and the cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of sabaoth.
Página 4 - Th' insulting tyrant, prancing o'er the field Strow'd with Rome's citizens, and drench'd in slaughter, His horse's hoofs wet with Patrician blood ! Oh, Portius ! is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man, Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin...
Página 88 - Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh ; not with eyeservice, as menpleasers ; but in singleness of heart, fearing God...
Página 110 - Therefore thus saith the Lord; Ye have not hearkened unto me, in proclaiming liberty, every one to his brother, and every man to his neighbor: behold, I proclaim a liberty for you, saith the Lord, to the sword, to the pestilence, and to the famine; and I will make you to be removed into all the kingdoms of the earth.
Página 173 - ... pure religion and undefiled before God, even the Father, is this, to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.
Página 145 - What a stupendous, what an incomprehensible machine is man! Who can endure toil, famine, stripes, imprisonment and death itself in vindication of his own liberty, and the next moment be deaf to all those motives whose power supported him through his trial, and inflict on his fellow men a bondage, one hour of which is fraught with more misery than ages of that which he rose in rebellion to oppose.
Página 166 - Who can. with patience, for a moment see The medley mass of pride and misery, Of whips and charters, manacles and rights, Of slaving blacks and democratic whites. And all the piebald polity that reigns In free confusion o'er Columbia's plains?