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Uncle Tom's Cabin

Miss Ophelia's Experiences and Opinions Continued
"Tom, you needn't get me the horses. I don't want to go," she said.
"Why not, Miss Eva?"
"These things sink into my heart, Tom," said Eva,--"they sink into my heart," she
repeated, earnestly. "I don't want to go;" and she turned from Tom, and went into the
house.
A few days after, another woman came, in old Prue's place, to bring the rusks; Miss
Ophelia was in the kitchen.
"Lor!" said Dinah, "what's got Prue?"
"Prue isn't coming any more," said the woman, mysteriously.
"Why not?" said Dinah. "she an't dead, is she?"
"We doesn't exactly know. She's down cellar," said the woman, glancing at Miss Ophelia.
After Miss Ophelia had taken the rusks, Dinah followed the woman to the door.
"What has got Prue, any how?" she said.
The woman seemed desirous, yet reluctant, to speak, and answered, in low, mysterious
tone.
"Well, you mustn't tell nobody, Prue, she got drunk agin,--and they had her down cellar,--
and thar they left her all day,--and I hearn 'em saying that the flies had got to her,--and
she's dead!"
Dinah held up her hands, and, turning, saw close by her side the spirit-like form of
Evangeline, her large, mystic eyes dilated with horror, and every drop of blood driven
from her lips and cheeks.
"Lor bless us! Miss Eva's gwine to faint away! What go us all, to let her har such talk?
Her pa'll be rail mad."
"I shan't faint, Dinah," said the child, firmly; "and why shouldn't I hear it? It an't so much
for me to hear it, as for poor Prue to suffer it."
"Lor sakes! it isn't for sweet, delicate young ladies, like you,--these yer stories isn't; it's
enough to kill 'em!"
 
 
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