"Let me entreat you, DrSeward, oh, let me implore you, to let me out of this house at onceSend me away how you will and where you will, send keepers with me with whips and chains, let them take me in a strait waistcoat, manacled and leg-ironed, even to gaol, but let me go out of thisYou don't know what you do by keeping me hereI am speaking from the depths of my heart, of my very soulYou don't know whom you wrong, or how, and I may not tellWoe is me! I may not tellBy all you hold sacred, by all you hold dear, by your love that is lost, by your hope that lives, for the sake of the Almighty, take me out of this and save my soul from guilt! Can't you hear me, man? Can't you understand? Will you never learn? Don't you know that I am sane and earnest now, that I am no lunatic in a mad fit, but a sane man fighting for his soul? Oh, hear me! Hear me! Let me go, let me go, let me go!" I thought that the longer this went on the wilder he would get, and so would bring on a fit, so I took him by the hand and raised him up "Come," I said sternly, "no more of this, we have had quite enough alreadyGet to your bed and try to behave more discreetly He suddenly stopped and looked at me intently for several momentsThen, without a word, he rose and moving over, sat down on the side of the bedThe collapse had come, as on former occasions, just as I had expected When I was leaving the room, last of our party, he said to me in a quiet, well-bred voice, "You will, I trust, DrSeward, do me the justice to bear in mind, later on, that I did what I could to convince you tonight CHAPTER 19 JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL 1 October, 5 A-I went with the party to the search with an easy mind, for I think I never saw Mina so absolutely strong and wellI am so glad that she consented to hold back and let us men do the workSomehow, it was a dread to me that she was in this fearful business at all, but now that her work is done, and that it is due to her energy and brains and foresight that the whole story is put together in such a way that every point tells, she may well feel that her part is finished, and that she can henceforth leave the rest to usWe were, I think, all a little upset by the scene with MrWhen we came away from his room we were silent till we got back to the studySeward, "Say, Jack, if that man wasn't attempting a bluff, he is about the sanest lunatic I ever sawI'm not sure, but I believe that he had some serious purpose, and if he had, it was pretty rough on him not to get a chance Lord Godalming and I were silent, but DrVan Helsing added, "Friend John, you know more lunatics than I do, and I'm glad of it, for I fear that if it had been to me to decide I would before that last hysterical outburst have given him freeBut we live and learn, and in our present task we must take no chance, as my friend Quincey would sayAll is best as they areSeward seemed to answer them both in a dreamy kind of way, "I don't know but that I agree with youIf that man had been an ordinary lunatic I would have taken my chance of trusting him, but he seems so mixed up with the Count in an indexy kind of way that I am afraid of doing anything wrong by helping his fadsI can't forget how he prayed with almost equal fervor for a cat, and then tried to tear my throat out with his teethBesides, he called the Count 'lord and master', and he may want to get out to help him in some diabolical wayThat horrid thing has the wolves and the rats and his own kind to help him, so I suppose he isn't above trying to use a respectable lunaticHe certainly did seem earnest, thoughI only hope we have done what is bestThese things, in conjunction with the wild work we have in hand, help to unnerve a man The Professor stepped over, and laying his hand on his shoulder, said in his grave, kindly way, "Friend John, have no fearWe are trying to do our duty in a very sad and terrible case, we can only do as we deem bestWhat else have we to hope for, except the pity of the good God?" Lord Godalming had slipped away for a few minutes, but now he returnedHe held up a little silver whistle as he remarked, "That old place may be full of rats, and if so, I've got an antidote on call Having passed the wall, we took our way to the house, taking care to keep in the shadows of the trees on the lawn when the moonlight shone shop out

"Let me entreat you, DrSeward, oh, let me implore you, to let me out of this house at onceSend me away how you will and where you will, send keepers with me with whips and chains, let them take me in a strait waistcoat, manacled and leg-ironed, even to gaol, but let me go out of thisYou don't know what you do by keeping me hereI am speaking from the depths of my heart, of my very soulYou don't know whom you wrong, or how, and I may not tellWoe is me! I may not tellBy all you hold sacred, by all you hold dear, by your love that is lost, by your hope that lives, for the sake of the Almighty, take me out of this and save my soul from guilt! Can't you hear me, man? Can't you understand? Will you never learn? Don't you know that I am sane and earnest now, that I am no lunatic in a mad fit, but a sane man fighting for his soul? Oh, hear me! Hear me! Let me go, let me go, let me go!" I thought that the longer this went on the wilder he would get, and so would bring on a fit, so I took him by the hand and raised him up "Come," I said sternly, "no more of this, we have had quite enough alreadyGet to your bed and try to behave more discreetly He suddenly stopped and looked at me intently for several momentsThen, without a word, he rose and moving over, sat down on the side of the bedThe collapse had come, as on former occasions, just as I had expected When I was leaving the room, last of our party, he said to me in a quiet, well-bred voice, "You will, I trust, DrSeward, do me the justice to bear in mind, later on, that I did what I could to convince you tonight CHAPTER 19 JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL 1 October, 5 A-I went with the party to the search with an easy mind, for I think I never saw Mina so absolutely strong and wellI am so glad that she consented to hold back and let us men do the workSomehow, it was a dread to me that she was in this fearful business at all, but now that her work is done, and that it is due to her energy and brains and foresight that the whole story is put together in such a way that every point tells, she may well feel that her part is finished, and that she can henceforth leave the rest to usWe were, I think, all a little upset by the scene with MrWhen we came away from his room we were silent till we got back to the studySeward, "Say, Jack, if that man wasn't attempting a bluff, he is about the sanest lunatic I ever sawI'm not sure, but I believe that he had some serious purpose, and if he had, it was pretty rough on him not to get a chance Lord Godalming and I were silent, but DrVan Helsing added, "Friend John, you know more lunatics than I do, and I'm glad of it, for I fear that if it had been to me to decide I would before that last hysterical outburst have given him freeBut we live and learn, and in our present task we must take no chance, as my friend Quincey would sayAll is best as they areSeward seemed to answer them both in a dreamy kind of way, "I don't know but that I agree with youIf that man had been an ordinary lunatic I would have taken my chance of trusting him, but he seems so mixed up with the Count in an indexy kind of way that I am afraid of doing anything wrong by helping his fadsI can't forget how he prayed with almost equal fervor for a cat, and then tried to tear my throat out with his teethBesides, he called the Count 'lord and master', and he may want to get out to help him in some diabolical wayThat horrid thing has the wolves and the rats and his own kind to help him, so I suppose he isn't above trying to use a respectable lunaticHe certainly did seem earnest, thoughI only hope we have done what is bestThese things, in conjunction with the wild work we have in hand, help to unnerve a man The Professor stepped over, and laying his hand on his shoulder, said in his grave, kindly way, "Friend John, have no fearWe are trying to do our duty in a very sad and terrible case, we can only do as we deem bestWhat else have we to hope for, except the pity of the good God?" Lord Godalming had slipped away for a few minutes, but now he returnedHe held up a little silver whistle as he remarked, "That old place may be full of rats, and if so, I've got an antidote on call Having passed the wall, we took our way to the house, taking care to keep in the shadows of the trees on the lawn when the moonlight shone shop out

?Boys,? said George, in an authoritative tone, to two or three negroes, who were looking at the body, ?help me lift him up, and carry him to my wagon; and get me a spade One of them ran for a spade; the other two assisted George to carry the body to the wagon George neither spoke to nor looked at Legree, who did not countermand his orders, but stood, whistling, with an air of forced unconcernHe sulkily followed them to where the wagon stood at the door George spread his cloak in the wagon, and had the body carefully disposed of in it,?moving the seat, so as to give it roomThen he turned, fixed his eyes on Legree, and said, with forced composure, ?I have not, as yet, said to you what I think of this most atrocious affair;?this is not the time and placeBut, sir, this innocent blood shall have justiceI will proclaim this murderI will go to the very first magistrate, and expose you ?Do!? said Legree, snapping his fingers, scornfully?I?d like to see you doing itWhere you going to get witnesses??how you going to prove it??Come, now!? George saw, at once, the force of this defianceThere was not a white person on the place; and, in all southern courts, the testimony of colored blood is nothingHe felt, at that moment, as if he could have rent the heavens with his heart?s indignant cry for justice; but in vain ?After all, what a fuss, for a dead nigger!? said Legree The word was as a spark to a powder magazinePrudence was never a cardinal virtue of the Kentucky boyGeorge turned, and, with one indignant blow, knocked Legree flat upon his face; and, as he stood over him, blazing with wrath and defiance, he would have formed no bad personification of his great namesake triumphing over the dragon Some men, however, are decidedly bettered by being knocked downIf a man lays them fairly flat in the dust, they seem immediately to conceive a respect for him; and Legree was one of this sortAs he rose, therefore, and brushed the dust from his clothes, he eyed the slowly-retreating wagon with some evident consideration; nor did he open his mouth till it was out of sight Beyond the boundaries of the plantation, George had noticed a dry, sandy knoll, shaded by a few trees; there they made the grave ?Shall we take off the cloak, Mas?r?? said the negroes, when the grave was ready ?No, no,?bury it with him! It?s all I can give you, now, poor Tom, and you shall have it They laid him in; and the men shovelled away, silentlyThey banked it up, and laid green turf over it ?You may go, boys,? said George, slipping a quarter into the hand of eachThey lingered about, however ?If young Mas?r would please buy us?? said one ?We?d serve him so faithful!? said the other ?Hard times here, Mas?r!? said the first?Do, Mas?r, buy us, please!? ?I can?t!?I can?t!? said George, with difficulty, motioning them off; ?it?s impossible!? The poor fellows looked dejected, and walked off in silence ?Witness, eternal God!? said George, kneeling on the grave of his poor friend; ?oh, witness, that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land!? There is no monument to mark the last resting-place of our friendHe needs none! His Lord knows where he lies, and will raise him up, immortal, to appear with him when he shall appear in his glory Pity him not! Such a life and death is not for pity! Not in the riches of omnipotence is the chief glory of God; but in self-denying, suffering love! And blessed are the men whom he calls to fellowship with him, bearing their cross after him with patienceOf such it is written, ?Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted Chapter 42 An Authentic Ghost Story For some remarkable reason, ghostly legends were uncommonly rife, about this time, among the servants on Legree?s place It was whisperingly asserted that footsteps, in the dead of night, had been heard descending the garret stairs, and patrolling the houseIn vain the doors of the upper entry had been locked; the ghost either carried a duplicate key in its pocket, or availed itself of a ghost?s immemorial privilege of coming through the keyhole, and promenaded as before, with a freedom that was alarming Authorities were somewhat divided, as to the outward form of the spirit, owing to a custom quite prevalent among negroes,?and, for aught we know, among whites, too,?of invariably shutting the eyes, and covering up heads under blankets, petticoats, or whatever else might come in use for a shelter, on these shop occasions

?O, nonsense! it?s only because she likes to do mischiefShe knows she mustn?t pick flowers,?so she does it; that?s all there is to itBut, if you fancy to have her pluck them, so be it ?Mamma, I think Topsy is different from what she used to be; she?s trying to be a good girl ?She?ll have to try a good while before she gets to be good,? said Marie, with a careless laugh ?Well, you know, mamma, poor Topsy! everything has always been against her ?Not since she?s been here, I?m sureIf she hasn?t been talked to, and preached to, and every earthly thing done that anybody could do;?and she?s just so ugly, and always will be; you can?t make anything of the creature!? ?But, mamma, it?s so different to be brought up as I?ve been, with so many friends, so many things to make me good and happy; and to be brought up as she?s been, all the time, till she came here!? ?Most likely,? said Marie, yawning,??dear me, how hot it is!? ?Mamma, you believe, don?t you, that Topsy could become an angel, as well as any of us, if she were a Christian?? ?Topsy! what a ridiculous idea! Nobody but you would ever think of itI suppose she could, though ?But, mamma, isn?t God her father, as much as ours? Isn?t Jesus her Saviour?? ?Well, that may beI suppose God made everybody,? said Marie?Where is my smelling-bottle?? ?It?s such a pity,?oh! such a pity!? said Eva, looking out on the distant lake, and speaking half to herself ?What?s a pity?? said Marie ?Why, that any one, who could be a bright angel, and live with angels, should go all down, down down, and nobody help them!?oh dear!? ?Well, we can?t help it; it?s no use worrying, Eva! I don?t know what?s to be done; we ought to be thankful for our own advantages ?I hardly can be,? said Eva, ?I?m so sorry to think of poor folks that haven?t any That?s odd enough,? said Marie;??I?m sure my religion makes me thankful for my advantages ?Mamma,? said Eva, ?I want to have some of my hair cut off,?a good deal of it ?What for?? said Marie ?Mamma, I want to give some away to my friends, while I am able to give it to them myselfWon?t you ask aunty to come and cut it for me?? Marie raised her voice, and called Miss Ophelia, from the other room The child half rose from her pillow as she came in, and, shaking down her long golden-brown curls, said, rather playfully, ?Come aunty, shear the sheep!? ?What?s that?? said StClare, who just then entered with some fruit he had been out to get for her ?Papa, I just want aunty to cut off some of my hair;?there?s too much of it, and it makes my head hotBesides, I want to give some of it away Miss Ophelia came, with her scissors ?Take care,?don?t spoil the looks of it!? said her father; ?cut underneath, where it won?t showEva?s curls are my pride ?O, papa!? said Eva, sadly ?Yes, and I want them kept handsome against the time I take you up to your uncle?s plantation, to see Cousin Henrique,? said St ?I shall never go there, papa;?I am going to a better countryO, do believe me! Don?t you see, papa, that I get weaker, every day?? ?Why do you insist that I shall believe such a cruel thing, Eva?? said her father ?Only because it is true, papa: and, if you will believe it now, perhaps you will get to feel about it as I doClare closed his lips, and stood gloomily eying the long, beautiful curls, which, as they were separated from the child?s head, were laid, one by one, in her lapShe raised them up, looked earnestly at them, twined them around her thin fingers, and looked from time to time, anxiously at her father ?It?s just what I?ve been foreboding!? said Marie; ?it?s just what has been preying on my health, from day to day, bringing me downward to the grave, though nobody regards itI have seen this, longClare, you will see, after a while, that I was right ?Which will afford you great consolation, no doubt!? said StClare, in a dry, bitter tone Marie lay back on a lounge, and covered her face with her cambric shop handkerchief

?I?ll have Sambo and Quimbo up here, to sing and dance one of their hell dances, and keep off these horrid notions,? said Legree; and, putting on his hat, he went on to the verandah, and blew a horn, with which he commonly summoned his two sable drivers Legree was often wont, when in a gracious humor, to get these two worthies into his sitting-room, and, after warming them up with whiskey, amuse himself by setting them to singing, dancing or fighting, as the humor took him It was between one and two o?clock at night, as Cassy was returning from her ministrations to poor Tom, that she heard the sound of wild shrieking, whooping, halloing, and singing, from the sitting-room, mingled with the barking of dogs, and other symptoms of general uproar She came up on the verandah steps, and looked inLegree and both the drivers, in a state of furious intoxication, were singing, whooping, upsetting chairs, and making all manner of ludicrous and horrid grimaces at each other She rested her small, slender hand on the window-blind, and looked fixedly at them;?there was a world of anguish, scorn, and fierce bitterness, in her black eyes, as she did so?Would it be a sin to rid the world of such a wretch?? she said to herself She turned hurriedly away, and, passing round to a back door, glided up stairs, and tapped at Emmeline?s door Chapter 36 Emmeline and Cassy Cassy entered the room, and found Emmeline sitting, pale with fear, in the furthest corner of itAs she came in, the girl started up nervously; but, on seeing who it was, rushed forward, and catching her arm, said, ?O Cassy, is it you? I?m so glad you?ve come! I was afraid it was?O, you don?t know what a horrid noise there has been, down stairs, all this evening!? ?I ought to know,? said Cassy, dryly?I?ve heard it often enough ?O Cassy! do tell me,?couldn?t we get away from this place? I don?t care where,?into the swamp among the snakes,?anywhere! Couldn?t we get somewhere away from here?? ?Nowhere, but into our graves,? said Cassy ?Did you ever try?? ?I?ve seen enough of trying and what comes of it,? said Cassy ?I?d be willing to live in the swamps, and gnaw the bark from treesI an?t afraid of snakes! I?d rather have one near me than him,? said Emmeline, eagerly ?There have been a good many here of your opinion,? said Cassy; ?but you couldn?t stay in the swamps,?you?d be tracked by the dogs, and brought back, and then?then?? ?What would he do?? said the girl, looking, with breathless interest, into her face ?What wouldn?t he do, you?d better ask,? said Cassy?He?s learned his trade well, among the pirates in the West IndiesYou wouldn?t sleep much, if I should tell you things I?ve seen,?things that he tells of, sometimes, for good jokesI?ve heard screams here that I haven?t been able to get out of my head for weeks and weeksThere?s a place way out down by the quarters, where you can see a black, blasted tree, and the ground all covered with black ashesAsk anyone what was done there, and see if they will dare to tell you ?O! what do you mean?? ?I won?t tell youI hate to think of itAnd I tell you, the Lord only knows what we may see tomorrow, if that poor fellow holds out as he?s begun ?Horrid!? said Emmeline, every drop of blood receding from her cheeks?O, Cassy, do tell me what I shall do!? ?What I?ve doneDo the best you can,?do what you must,?and make it up in hating and cursing ?He wanted to make me drink some of his hateful brandy,? said Emmeline; ?and I hate it so?? ?You?d better drink,? said Cassy?I hated it, too; and now I can?t live without itOne must have something;?things don?t look so dreadful, when you take that ?Mother used to tell me never to touch any such thing,? said Emmeline ?Mother told you!? said Cassy, with a thrilling and bitter emphasis on the word mother?What use is it for mothers to say anything? You are all to be bought and paid for, and your souls belong to whoever gets youThat?s the way it goesI say, drink brandy; drink all you can, and it?ll make things come easier ?O, Cassy! do pity me!? ?Pity you!?don?t I? Haven?t I a daughter,?Lord knows where she is, and whose she is, now,?going the way her mother went, before her, I suppose, and that her children must go, after her! There?s no end to the curse?forever!? ?I wish I?d never been born!? said Emmeline, wringing her hands ?That?s an old wish with me,? said Cassy?I?ve got used to wishing shop that