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302             UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
CHAPTER XX.
TOPSY.
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One morning, while Miss Ophelia was busy in some of her domestic cares, St. Clare's voice was heard, calling her at the foot of the stairs.
" Come down here, cousin; I 've something to show you."
" What is it ? " said Miss Ophelia, coming down, with her sewing in her hand.
" I 've made a purchase for your department, — see here," said St. Clare ; and, with the word, he pulled along a little negro girl, about eight or nine years of age.
She was one of the blackest of her race; and her round, shining eyes, glittering as glass beads, moved with quick and restless glances over everything in the room. Her mouth, half open with astonishment at the wonders of the new Mas'r's parlor, displayed a white and brilliant set of teeth. Her woolly hair was braided in sundry little tails, which stuck out in every direction. The expression of her face was an odd mixture of shrewdness and cunning, over which was oddly drawn, like a kind of veil, an ex­pression of the most doleful gravity and solemnity. She was dressed in a single filthy, ragged garment, made of bagging; and stood wi^h her hands demurely folded be­fore her. Altogether, there was something odd and goblin-like about her appearance, — something, as Miss Ophelia afterwards said, " so heathenish," as to inspire that good lady with utter dismay; and, turning to St. Clare, she said, —
" Augustine, what in the world have you brought that thing here for ? "