A day or two afterwards, I found him in the house half intoxicated.

He demanded of me why I had not whipped the girl; and I gave the same reason as before.

He flew into a dreadful rage, but his miserable situation made him an object of contempt rather than fear.

He sat shaking his fist at me, and swearing for nearly half an hour.

He said he would teach the Virginia lady to sham sickness; and that the only reason I did not whip her was, that she was a white woman, and I did not like to cut up her delicate skin.