He says their faults are all owing to us, and that it would be cruel to make the fault and punish it too.

He says we shouldn't do any better, in their place; just as if one could reason from them to us, you know." "Don't you believe that the Lord made them of one blood with us ?" said Miss Ophelia, shortly.
"No, indeed not I! A pretty story, truly! They are a degraded race." "Don't you think they've got immortal souls ?" said Miss Ophelia, with increasing indignation.
"O, well," said Marie, yawning, "that, of course--nobody doubts that.
But as to putting them on any sort of equality with us, you know, as if we could be compared, why, it's impossible! Now, St.Clare really has talked to me as if keeping Mammy from her husband was like keeping me from mine.

There's no comparing in this way.

Mammy couldn't have the feelings that I should.

It's a different thing altogether,--of course, it is,--and yet St.Clare pretends not to see it.