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AED Furniture essentials. Hot game releases. COD Modern Warfare. Luigi's Mansion 3. NFS Heat. Pokemon shield. Explore best sellers. Glare-free touch screen. But at last the crisis came. One of the girls — Sallie, a faithful creature — had married "Bradley's John," and now John was about to be sold and sent to Georgia. Either John must be separated from his wife and child, or Sallie must be sold, or Mr. Davenport must buy John and keep him here! The final issue had come! John begged to be bought. Sallie pleaded not to be allowed to be sold, nor to be separated from her husband.

Katherine agreed to plead for Sallie, who had been her own playmate ever since she could remember. Fo' God's sake, Mis' Kate, git'im ter buy John!

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Yoh kin. I knows mon'sous well dat yoh kin! He gwine ter do jes' what yoh tell 'im ter. I knows dat he is, Mis' Kate! Davenport was in his study. Katherine had explained the case to him fully, and Sallie's black face peered in behind him, with anxious eyes, watching and listening to her mistress. I cannot pay money for a human being.

I have yielded, step by step, to what I felt was wrong long ago, until now I am caught in the tangled threads of this awful system — but I cannot! I cannot pay money for a human soul! Suddenly Sallie fell at his feet, and, swaying to and fro, swung her sturdy frame like a reed in the wind. Ain't yo' got no mussy, Mos' Grif? Don' let dat Mos' Bradley sen' John 'way off dar! I gwine ter die right heah, if yo' don' hep me, Mos' Grif!

Ain't I been a good girl? Ain't I nus de chillun good, an' did'n I pull Mos' Beverly outen de crick when he fall in an' wus mose drownded?


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Oh, fo' Christ's sake, Mos' Grif, buy my John! He gwine ter wuk fo' yoh all his life long, an' he gwine ter be good! She swayed and wept and moaned. She held her baby to her breast and cried out for John, and then she held it out toward Griffith and stared through streaming eyes at his face to see if he had relented.

And still Griffith was silent. His teeth were set tight together, and his nails cut his palms, but he said not a word. What He gib yoh my Mis' Katherine fo'? Mos' Grif, de good Lawd ain't fo'got we alls des kase we black! She rolled the baby on the floor beside her and grasped both of her master's clenched hands, and struggled to open them as she talked.

She seemed to think if they would but relax that he would yield. All ouh lifes long! All ouh lifes long, we gwine ter wuk and pray fo' yoh, des fo' dat little, teenchy six hund'ud dollahs!!

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And see how much good! Griffith, we will all love you better if you will. I can't bear to see Sallie the way she has been these last two months — ever since it was decided to sell John to that man when he comes. It is heart-breaking. You know, darling, she played with me ever since we were babies, and she has been so good to my children — our children, Griffith! Davenport had never dreamed that anything he might feel it his duty to do would seem to his wife like cruelty.

It hurt him sorely. He looked up at her with a drawn face. I ain't gwine ter go wid dat man! I ain't gwine ter be no free wife nigger, 'pendin' on him!

I ain't gwine ter leabe Mis' Kath'rine, nedder! I don' belong to nobody ter gib away, but des ter my Mis' Kate, an' she ain't gwine ter gib me 'way arter I done nus her chillun an' save de life of Mos' Beverly! Dat ain't dekine o' lady my Mis' Kate is!

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O Mis' Kate, Mis' Kate! I done wisht yoh'd a-gone and married dat Mos' Tom Harrison dat time wat'e ax you! He don't lub money dat much dat he can't spahr a little six hund'ud dollahs ter sabe me an' John an' — an' — an' dis heah baby! God gwine ter know'bout dat! John gwine ter tell'im! Jesus gwine ter know dat six little hund'ud dollahs is wuf more ter my Mos' Grif dan me an' yoh an' John," she moaned, holding the baby up in front of her.

A little, teenchy, ugly six hund'ud dollahs! He radder hab hit in de bank er in de desk er in he pocket — dat little six hund'ud dollahs what's mo' bigger dan all ob us — an' mo' bigger dan Mis' Kate's lub! Des dat little much! An' Mos' Grif, he don' care.

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He lub dat little much money mo' dan wat he do all ob us, countin' in Mis' Kate's lub wid de res'! His wife had gone to her chair and was holding a handkerchief to her face. He could see her lips and chin tremble. I knowed hit! O good, kind Jesus! O Lord, Saviour! Dey ain't no if! My Mos' Grif gwine ter do hit.

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Dey ain't no if lef in dem han's! My Mos' Grif gwine ter buy John! She caught the little black baby up from the floor where it lay, laughing and kicking its toes in the air, and crushed it so close to her breast that it cried out and then set up a wail. Sallie stopped weaving her body to and fro, and tried to smile through her tears. Hits oryin' fo' des a little hu't like dat, an' I only des choke hit wif my arms! Mos' Grif done choke my hawt out vrid grief, an' now he done strangle me wid joy, befo' I got ter cry, chile! Yoah po' mammy's hawt done bus' wide open wid joy now.

Dat's what make I can't talk no sense, Mos' Grif. I des wants ter yell. But Mis' Katherine, she know. I des kin see dat she do. She know dat I feel des like I gwine ter bos' plum' down ter my chist. She know! She laid the baby down again and suddenly held up both arms toward her master.