First of all, if I were in this situation, I would pull a Lilith.

She was no longer a pretty little lady, but a bitch. Quite the leap for a mild reaction to a compliment.

expectation was that the woman would be grateful, or coquettish in some way or another. Essentially: they would go gaga for any guy who said something “nice” about them.

These two things, Paco’s behavior and Freud’s statement, lead me to believe that because Raimunda was sexually abused by her father as a young woman, she subconsciously chooses another man who has the same abusive behaviors as her father.

She lies, scams, and does whatever she needs to do to get away with this murder

she cries after Paula tells the story, but I really believe the crying is solely about what Paula went through.

Sir Jaspar: Has no more hurtin it than one of my Spaniels.

Horner: Stay here a little. I'll ferret her out to you presently, I warrant.

Sir Jaspar: heh, he, he, benot angry Horner

Sir Jaspar: How now!

You have made use of your time, Sir.

Well you are a good Girl then. Come let me lock you up in your chamber till I come back. And be sure you come not within three strides of the window when I am gone.

Write as I bid you, or I will write “Whore”with this knife in your Face.

Pinchwife: The Devil---you were satisfied with it thenand would do it again?Mrs. Pinchwife: Not unless he should force me.

Why he put thetip of his tongue between my lips, and so muscled me---and I saidI'd bite it.

No, fie no, but to show that he never intended to hinder our Match has sent his Brother here to join our hands according to the Custom. This is his Brother and my Chaplain.

Well, Madam, now have I dressed you and set you out with so many ornamentsand spent upon you ounces of essence and pulvilio, and all this for no other purpose but as People adorn and perfume a Corpse, for a stinking second-hand-graveI think Master Sparkish's bed.

Uncle Tom

Here we must take our leave of her for the present, to follow the course of her pursuers.

Her first glance was at the river, which lay, like Jordan, between her and the Canaan of liberty on the other side.

As she was also so white as not to be known as of colored lineage, without a critical survey, and her child was white also, it was much easier for her to pass on unsuspected.

rolling the apple some yards before them, when the boy would run with all his might after it; and this ruse, often repeated, carried them over many a half-mile.

o be torn from you by a brutal trader, tomorrow morning

for she felt the weight of her boy as if it had been a feather, and every flutter of fear seemed to increase the supernatural power that bore her on, while from her pale lips burst forth, in frequent ejaculations, the prayer to a Friend above—“Lord, help! Lord, save me!”

But stronger than all was maternal love

It is impossible to conceive of a human creature more wholly desolate and forlorn than Eliza, when she turned her footsteps from Uncle Tom’s cabin. Her husband’s suffering and dangers, and the danger of her child, all blended in her mind, with a confused and stunning sense of the risk she was running, in leaving the only home she had ever known, and cutting loose from the protection of a friend whom she loved and revered.

“To Canada,” said he, straightening himself up; “and when I’m there, I’ll buy you; that’s all the hope that’s left us. You have a kind master, that won’t refuse to sell you. I’ll buy you and the boy;—God helping me, I will!” “O, dreadful! if you should be taken?” “I won’t be taken, Eliza; I’ll die first! I’ll be free, or I’ll die!” “You won’t kill yourself!” “No need of that. They will kill me, fast enough; they never will get me down the river alive!” “O, George, for my sake, do be careful! Don’t do anything wicked; don’t lay hands on yourself, or anybody else! You are tempted too much—too much; but don’t—go you must—but go carefully, prudently; pray God to help you.”

“Why—but you were married to me, by the minister, as much as if you’d been a white man!”

“I an’t a Christian like you, Eliza; my heart’s full of bitterness; I can’t trust in God. Why does he let things be so?”

“Do it? not I!—but he did. Mas’r and Tom pelted the poor drowning creature with stones. Poor thing! he looked at me so mournful, as if he wondered why I didn’t save him. I had to take a flogging because I wouldn’t do it myself. I don’t care. Mas’r will find out that I’m one that whipping won’t tame. My day will come yet, if he don’t look out.”

“Well,” said Eliza, mournfully, “I always thought that I must obey my master and mistress, or I couldn’t be a Christian.”

“Yes, Eliza, it’s all misery, misery, misery! My life is bitter as wormwood; the very life is burning out of me. I’m a poor, miserable, forlorn drudge; I shall only drag you down with me, that’s all. What’s the use of our trying to do anything, trying to know anything, trying to be anything? What’s the use of living? I wish I was dead!”

“I wish he’d never been born!” said George, bitterly. “I wish I’d never been born myself!

WORSE!

“Give way, George; go with him for the present. We’ll try to help you, yet.”

let a nigger alone for that, any time. They are all labor-saving machines themselves, every one of ‘em. No, he shall tramp!”

What business had his slave to be marching round the country, inventing machines, and holding up his head among gentlemen? He’d soon put a stop to it. He’d take him back, and put him to hoeing and digging, and “see if he’d step about so smart.” Accordingly, the manufacturer and all hands concerned were astounded when he suddenly demanded George’s wages, and announced his intention of taking him home. “But, Mr. Harris,” remonstrated the manufacturer, “isn’t this rather sudden?” “What if it is?—isn’t the man mine?”

Eliza had been brought up by her mistress, from girlhood, as a petted and indulged favorite. The traveller in the south must often have remarked that peculiar air of refinement, that softness of voice and manner, which seems in many cases to be a particular gift to the quadroon and mulatto women. These natural graces in the quadroon are often united with beauty of the most dazzling kind, and in almost every case with a personal appearance prepossessing and agreeable. Eliza, such as we have described her, is not a fancy sketch, but taken from remembrance, as we saw her, years ago, in Kentucky. Safe under the protecting care of her mistress, Eliza had reached maturity without those temptations which make beauty so fatal an inheritance to a slave. She had been married to a bright and talented young mulatto man, who was a slave on a neighboring estate, and bore the name of George Harris. This young man had been hired out by his master to work in a bagging factory, where his adroitness and ingenuity caused him to be considered the first hand in the place. He had invented a machine for the cleaning of the hemp, which, considering the education and circumstances of the inventor, displayed quite as much mechanical genius as Whitney’s cotton-gin.*

Mrs. Shelby was a woman of high class, both intellectually and morally.

Do you think all the world are set on him as you are, you goosie

“I’d like to have been able to kick the fellow down the steps,” said he to himself, as he saw the door fairly closed, “with his impudent assurance; but he knows how much he has me at advantage. If anybody had ever said to me that I should sell Tom down south to one of those rascally traders, I should have said, ‘Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this thing?’ And now it must come, for aught I see. And Eliza’s child, too! I know that I shall have some fuss with wife about that; and, for that matter, about Tom, too. So much for being in debt,—heigho! The fellow sees his advantage, and means to push it.”

“S’pose not; you Kentucky folks spile your niggers. You mean well by ‘em, but ‘tan’t no real kindness, arter all. Now, a nigger, you see, what’s got to be hacked and tumbled round the world, and sold to Tom, and Dick, and the Lord knows who, ‘tan’t no kindness to be givin’ on him notions and expectations, and bringin’ on him up too well, for the rough and tumble comes all the harder on him arter. Now, I venture to say, your niggers would be quite chop-fallen in a place where some of your plantation niggers would be singing and whooping like all possessed. Every man, you know, Mr. Shelby, naturally thinks well of his own ways; and I think I treat niggers just about as well as it’s ever worth while to treat ‘em.”

Perhaps you laugh too, dear reader; but you know humanity comes out in a variety of strange forms now-a-days, and there is no end to the odd things that humane people will say and do.

Clear waste, sir, of a thousand dollars,

“Why, I’ve got a friend that’s going into this yer branch of the business—wants to buy up handsome boys to raise for the market. Fancy articles entirely—sell for waiters, and so on, to rich ‘uns, that can pay for handsome ‘uns. It sets off one of yer great places—a real handsome boy to open door, wait, and tend. They fetch a good sum; and this little devil is such a comical, musical concern, he’s just the article!

Just show ‘em how many watches, feathers, and trinkets, one’s weight in gold would buy, and that alters the case, I reckon

her finely moulded shape

grotesque songs common among the negroes

There was something in his appearance remarkably beautiful and engaging. His black hair, fine as floss silk, hung in glossy curls about his round, dimpled face, while a pair of large dark eyes, full of fire and softness, looked out from beneath the rich, long lashes, as he peered curiously into the apartment. A gay robe of scarlet and yellow plaid, carefully made and neatly fitted, set off to advantage the dark and rich style of his beauty; and a certain comic air of assurance, blended with bashfulness, showed that he had been not unused to being petted and noticed by his master.

leetle

‘Ah, master trusted me, and I couldn’t,

he really did get it

“You mean honest, as niggers go,

As we before stated, the two were in the midst of an earnest conversation

come under the species

two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished dining parlor, in the town of P——, in Kentucky.

The Lord reward the major, and all the rest, though unknown to me, for their labor of Love. My sister’s son was redeemed for four pounds, which the council gave order for the payment of. Having now received one of our children, we hastened toward the other

that his daughter was come in at Providence

Joseph was come in to Major Waldron’s

had ordered a day of public thanksgiving

brought in my sister

Being recruited with food and raiment we went to Boston that day, where I met with my dear husband, but the thoughts of our dear children, one being dead, and the other we could not tell where, abated our comfort each to other.

There I met with my brother, and my brother-in-law, who asked me, if I knew where his wife was? Poor heart! he had helped to bury her, and knew it not. She being shot down by the house was partly burnt, so that those who were at Boston at the desolation of the town, and came back afterward, and buried the dead, did not know her.

In my travels an Indian came to me and told me, if I were willing, he and his squaw would run away, and go home along with me. I told him no: I was not willing to run away, but desired to wait God’s time, that I might go home quietly, and without fear.

I was with the enemy eleven weeks and five days, and not one week passed without the fury of the enemy, and some desolation by fire and sword upon one place or other. They mourned (with their black faces) for their own losses, yet triumphed and rejoiced in their inhumane, and many times devilish cruelty to the English.

I can but stand in admiration to see the wonderful power of God in providing for such a vast number of our enemies in the wilderness, where there was nothing to be seen, but from hand to mouth. Many times in a morning, the generality of them would eat up all they had, and yet have some further supply against they wanted. I

strangely did the Lord provide for them; that I did not see (all the time I was among them) one man, woman, or child, die with hunger.

2. I cannot but remember how the Indians derided the slowness, and dullness of the English army, in its setting out. For after the desolations at Lancaster and Medfield, as I went along with them, they asked me when I thought the English army would come after them? I told them I could not tell. “It may be they will come in May,” said they. Thus did they scoff at us, as if the English would be a quarter of a year getting ready.

Then I took it of the child, and eat it myself, and savory it was to my taste.

Then we came to another Indian town, where we stayed all night. In this town there were four English children, captives; and one of them my own sister’s.

Then also I took my Bible to read, but I found no comfort here neither, which many times I was wont to find. So easy a thing it is with God to dry up the streams of Scripture comfort from us.

I thought I should have been quite blinded, and have never seen more, but lying down, the water run out of my eyes, and carried the dirt with it, that by the morning I recovered my sight again.

He answered me that such a time his master roasted him, and that himself did eat a piece of him, as big as his two fingers, and that he was very good meat.

I thought I could as well have died as went back

who seemed to me the best friend that I had of an Indian

on a sudden my mistress gives out; she would go no further, but turn back again, and said I must go back again with her

I complained it was too heavy, whereupon she gave me a slap in the face, and bade me go

she found me sitting and reading in my Bible; she snatched it hastily out of my hand, and threw it out of doors. I ran out and catched it up, and put it into my pocket, and never let her see it afterward.

“Nux,

ut I thank God, He has now given me power over it; surely there are many who may be better employed than to lie sucking a stinking tobacco-pipe.

my son Joseph unexpectedly came to me.

God did not give them courage or activity to go over after us.

which cannot but be acknowledged as a favor of God to my weakened body, it being a very cold time.

The occasion (as I thought) of their moving at this time was the English army, it being near and following them. For they went as if they had gone for their lives, for some considerable way, and then they made a stop, and chose some of their stoutest men, and sent them back to hold the English army in play whilst the rest escaped. And then, like Jehu, they marched on furiously, with their old and with their young: some carried their old decrepit mothers, some carried one, and some another. Four of them carried a great Indian upon a bier; but going through a thick wood with him, they were hindered, and could make no haste, whereupon they took him upon their backs, and carried him, one at a time, till they came to Banquaug river.

goodwife Joslin

if I would have a Bible, he had got one in his basket.

Sarah was dead; and told me he had seen his sister Mary;

my son came to me

She was about ten years old, and taken from the door at first by a Praying Ind. and afterward sold for a gun.

there they told me they had buried it.

It being about six years, and five months old.

or cheer the spirits of her

Then I took oaken leaves and laid to my side, and with the blessing of God it cured me also; yet before the cure was wrought, I may say, as it is in Psalm 38.5-6 “My wounds stink and are corrupt, I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly, I go mourning all the day long.”

what with my own wound,

One of the Indians carried my poor wounded babe upon a horse; it went moaning all along, “I shall die, I shall die.” I went on foot after it, with sorrow that cannot be expressed. At length I took it off the horse, and carried it in my arms till my strength failed, and I fell down with it.

is not my tongue, or pen, can express the sorrows of my heart,

the Indians told me.

There remained nothing to me but one poor wounded babe, and it seemed at present worse than death that it was in such a pitiful condition, bespeaking compassion, and I had no refreshing for it, nor suitable things to revive it.

as miserable was the waste that was there made of horses, cattle, sheep, swine, calves, lambs, roasting pigs, and fowl (which they had plundered in the town), some roasting, some lying and burning, and some boiling to feed our merciless enemies; who were joyful enough, though we were disconsolate.

There was hard by a vacant house

and our hearts no less than our bodies.

the end of their lives.

He saluted Red Shell as Chief, and the others did the same.

It struck him and he snapped in two

She is your sister, Wild Sage, whom the giant stole many moons since, and whom you believed dead

To-night the man who brought you here will come to drink your blood.

He was so angry that he struck the foremost animal with his war-club and killed it on the spot. He skinned it and ate it raw.

A giant is coming to-night with three dogs, to hunt you and kill you for his supper.

Red Shell

The boy was terribly frightened

Red Shell had had much practice, and though he was only a boy, his arm was strong, and he drew the bow far back and sent the arrow much higher than the man did.

magic line of sacred meal