My hands are tied by law and custom." "Who tied them ?" asked Marie.
"A public opinion, whose meshes I cannot break.

If the negro is the thrall of his master, we are just as much the thralls of public opinion." "Why do you not battle against public opinion, if you think it is wrong ?" "Because I have neither the courage of a martyr, nor the faith of a saint; and so I drift along, trying to make the condition of our slaves as comfortable as I possibly can.

I believe there are slaves on this plantation whom the most flattering offers of freedom would not entice away." "I do not think," said Marie, "that some of you planters understand your own slaves.

Lying is said to be the vice of slaves.

The more intelligent of them have so learned to veil their feelings that you do not see the undercurrent of discontent beneath their apparent good humor and jollity.