"
She pressed the palms of both her hands against her forehead as though
in a motion of utter bewilderment.
"Oh, I cannot seem to realize," she exclaimed. "Everything is like a
dream to me--impossible in its horror. This situation, is so terrible;
it has come upon me so suddenly, I cannot decide, I cannot even
comprehend what my duty is. You urge me to go away with you--alone?"
"I do; there is no other way left. You cannot remain here in the hands
of these men; the result of such a step is too terrible to even
contemplate. There are no means of determining where the others
are--Delia and Miss Eloise. Perhaps they have had warning and fled
already," I urged, desperately.
Her eyes were staring down at Kirby's body.
"Look, he--he is not dead," she sobbed, excitedly. "Did you see then,
one of his limbs moved, and--and why he is beginning to gasp for
breath."
"All the more reason why we should decide at once. If the fellow
regains consciousness and lives, our danger will be all the greater."
"Yes, he would be merciless," her lips parted, her eyes eloquent of
disgust and horror as she suddenly lifted them to my face. "I--I must
not forget that I--I belong to him; I am his slave; he--he, that
hideous thing there, can do anything he wishes with me--the law says he
can." The indignant color mounted into her face. "He can sell me, or
use me, or rent me; I am his chattel. Good God! think of it! Why, I
am as white as he is, better educated, accustomed to every care,
brought up to believe myself rich and happy--and now I belong to him;
he owns me, body and soul.
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