How much do you think," she said, with a little _moue_, "we can do
in the way of deporting blacks out of my earnings--well, say as
teacher of music, or of French?"
"I'll not believe it--you--why, you've been used to riches,
luxuries, all your life! And I--why, I've helped impoverish you!
I've been spending your money. A ship-load of blacks, against you?
My God! I'd have cut my hand off rather."
She showed him the correspondence, proof of all that she had said,
and he read with a face haggard in unhappiness.'
"There' There!" she said. "You've not heard me make any outcry
yet, have you? Why should you, then? I have seen men lay down
their lives for a principle, a belief. You will see that again.
Should not a woman lay down her money?
"But as to that," she went on lightly, "why, there are many things
one might do. I might make a rich alliance, don't you think?"
He suddenly stiffened and straightened, and looked her full in the
eye, a slow flush coming across his face.
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