Clotel; or, The president's daughterAuthor William Wells Brown was an escaped slave from Kentucky active on the anti-slavery circuit. He published Clotel in London, where he stayed to evade recapture under the 1850 Fugitive Slave Act. The book is considered the first novel published by an African American. |
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“ Man's love is of man's life , a thing apart ; ' Tis woman's whole existence . " — Byr0n . a moss . The clock on a neighbouring church had scarcely ceased striking three , when the servant announced that a carriage had called for Mr.
“ Man's love is of man's life , a thing apart ; ' Tis woman's whole existence . " — Byr0n . a moss . The clock on a neighbouring church had scarcely ceased striking three , when the servant announced that a carriage had called for Mr.
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American answered appearance arrival asked beautiful better Bible boat brought Brown called Carlton cause child Christian Clotel cloth coloured daughter death dollars entered escape eyes face father fear feel felt freedom fugitive gave George girl give given Green hand head hear heard heart hope hour human hundred labour lady land leave liberty live look master meet morning mother negro never night once Orleans owner passed Peck persons poor purchase Quaker received remained replied returned road seated seemed seen servant side slave slavery society sold soon standing taken tell thought thousand told took town true turned waiting whole wife wish woman young
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