They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. Oh, I grew fond of you as the years went by. Jack was caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing. "You are my prisoner. Let me keep you from that man’s clutches. He glanced up. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed.
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