Once more, after all these years, he thought he would see his dear wife and little children.
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 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 promised me my freedom, Miss Feely,' he said.

'He told me that he had begun to take it out for me.