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222            UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
why, it's impossible ! Now, St. Clare really has talked to me as if keeping Mammy from her husband was like keep­ing me from mine. There 's no comparing in this way. Mammy could n't have the feelings that I should. It's a different thing altogether, — of course, it is, — and yet St. Clare pretends not to see it. And just as if Mammy could love her little dirty babies as I love Eva! Yet St. Clare once really and soberly tried to persuade me that it was my duty, with my weak health, and all I suffer, to let Mammy go back, and take somebody else in her place. That was a little too much even for me to bear. I don't often show my feelings. I make it a principle to endure everything in silence; it's a wife's hard lot, and I bear it. But I did break out, that time ; so that he has never alluded to the subject since. But I know by his looks, and little things that he says, that he thinks so as much as ever; and it's so trying, so provoking ! "
Miss Ophelia looked very much as if she was afraid she should say something ; but she rattled away with her needles in a way that had volumes of meaning in it, if Marie could only have understood it.
" So, you just see," she continued, " what you 've got to manage. A household without any rule ; where ser­vants have it all their own way, do what they please, and have what they please, except so far as I, with my feeble health, have kept up government. I keep my cowhide about, and sometimes I do lay it on ; but the exertion is always too much for me. If St. Clare would only have this thing done as others do " —
" And how 's that ? "
" Why, send them to the calaboose, or some of the other places, to be flogged. That's the only way. If I was n't such a poor, feeble piece, I believe I should manage with twice the energy that St. Clare does."
" And how does St. Clare contrive to manage ? " said Miss Ophelia. " You say he never strikes a blow."
" Well, men have a more commanding way, you know;