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24 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR |
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" Oh, pray yourself, George, and go trusting in Him; then you won't do anything wicked."
" Well, now, good-by" said George, holding Eliza's hands, and gazing into her eyes, without moving. They stood silent; then there were last words, and sobs, and bitter weeping, — such parting as those may make whose hope to meet again is as the spider's web, — and the husband and wife were parted. |
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