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Bad Hugh

CHAPTER XI
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Show plainer when he cussin' mad, just as yours show more when you tired.

Whar you git dat ?" and Sam bent down to inspect more closely Adah's birthmark.
"I don't know.

I was born with it," and Adah half groaned aloud at the sad memories which Sam's story had awakened within her.
She could scarcely doubt that Sullivan, the negro-stealer, and Monroe, her guardian, were the same, but where was he now, and why had he treated her so treacherously, when he had always seemed so kind?
"Miss Adah prays," the old man answered.

"Won't she say 'Our Father' with Sam ?" Surely Hugh's sleep was sweeter that night for the prayer breathed by the lowly negro, and even the wild tumult in Adah's heart was hushed by Sam's simple, childlike faith that God would bring all right at last.
Early on Monday afternoon 'Lina, taking advantage of Hugh's absence, came over for her dress, finding much fault, and requiring some of the work to be done twice ere it suited her.

Without a murmur Adah obeyed, but when the last stitch was taken and the party dress was gone, her overtaxed frame gave way, and Sam himself helped her to her bed, where she lay moaning, with the blinding pain in her head, which increased so fast that she scarcely saw the tempting little supper which Aunt Eunice brought, asking her to eat.


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