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You mustn t let them two meet, Clara Belle, and you must send Mr. Carll away your father wouldn t have a minister in the house, nor speak to one, for a thousand dollars Be quiet, mother Lie down It ll be all right You ll only fret yourself into a spell The minister s just a good man he won t say anything to frighten you. Father s talking with him real pleasant, and pointing the way to the front door. The parson knocked and was admitted by the excited Clara Belle, who ushered him tremblingly into the sickroom, and then betook herself to the kitchen with the children, footballshirts co uk as he gently requested her. Abner Simpson, left alone in the shed, fumbled in his vest pocket and took out an envelope which held a sheet of paper and a tiny packet wrapped in tissue paper. The letter had been read once before and ran as follows Dear Mr. Simpson This is a secret letter. 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When I had the measles Emma Jane Perkins lent me her mother s garnet ring, and it.t. Clare had to own that something was wrong, and the doctor was sent for. In a week or two she was very much better. Once more she ran about playing and laughing, and her father was delighted. Only Miss Ophelia and the doctor sighed and shook their heads. And little Eva herself knew but she was not troubled. She knew she was going to God. Papa she said one day, there are some things I want to say to you. I want to say them now while I am able. She seated herself on his knee, and laid her head on his shoulder. It is all no use, papa, to keep it to myself any longer. The time is coming when I am going to leave you. I am going, never to come back , and Eva sobbed. Eva, darling, don t say such things you are better you know. No, papa, I am not any better. I know it quite well, and I am going soon. And I want to go, she went on, only I don t want to leave you it almost breaks my heart. Don t, Eva, don t talk so. What makes you so sad I feel sad for our poor people. I wish, papa, they were all free. Isn t there any way to have all slaves made free That is a difficult question, dearest. There is no doubt that this way is a very bad one. A great many people think so. I do myself. I wish there was not a slave in the land. But then, I don t know what is to be done about it. Papa, you are such a good man, and so noble and kind. Couldn t you go all around and try and persuade people to do right about this When I am dead, papa, then you will think of me, and do it for my sake. When you are dead, Eva Oh, child, don t talk to me so. Promise me at least, cheap football shirts replica review father, that Tom shall have his freedom, as soon as I am gone. Yes, dear, I will do anything you wish. Only don t talk so. Miss Ophelia and Eva had been to church together. Miss Ophelia had gone to her room to take off her bonnet, while Eva talked to her father. 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Now, at one stroke, he had lost both his kind master and his hope of freedom. Instead of going home, he was to be sent farther away than ever from his dear ones. He could not bear it. He tried to say, Thy will be wolves new kit 2018/19 done , but bitter tears almost choked the words. He had one hope left. He would ask Miss Ophelia to speak to Mrs. St. Clare for him. Mas r St. Clare cheap football shirts from turkey promised me boston celtic shirts for sale my freedom, Miss Feely, he said. He told me that he had begun to take it out for me. And now, perhaps, if you would be good enough to speak about it to missis, she would feel like going on with it. Seeing it was Mas r St. Clare s wish, she might. I ll speak for you, Tom, and do my best, said Miss Ophelia. I haven t much hope, but I will try. So Miss Ophelia asked Mrs. St. Clare to set Tom free. Indeed, I shall do no such thing, she replied. Tom is worth more than any of the other slaves. I couldn t boston celtic shirts for sale afford to lose so much money. Besides, what does he want with his freedom He is a great deal better off as he is. But he does want it very much, replied Miss Ophelia. And his master promised it to him. I dare say he does want it, replied Mrs. St. Clare. They all want it. Just because they are a discontented set, always wanting what they haven t got. But Tom is so good and gentle, and such a splendid worker. If you sell him there is the chance of his getting a bad master. Oh, I have no fear about that. Most masters are good, in spite of all the talk people make about it, replied Mrs. St. Clare. Well , said Miss Ophelia at last, I know it was one of the last wishes of your husband that Tom should have his freedom. He promised dear little Eva that he should have it. I think you ought to do it. Then Mrs. Stbring back help. Now follow me, he said to the others, quick, for your lives. Run now, if you you ever did run. 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