so all the strings of my heart have grown around and amongst them, like the fibres and roots of an old tree in its native earth. Oh, let all go, but save them! With them around us, if we have not wealth, we shall at least have the home that they alone can make —
It's so backwards that the people she literally owns and enslaves are what makes "home" to her. The way she almost sees them as children and as her responsibility is wild, as there's no way she'd ever treat her real children like that or consider them property. It's so tone deaf but in an odd way endearing that she wants to save the plantation simply not have the families split up. If only she could extend this kindness so far as freeing them that'd be wild.