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312             UNCLE TOMS CABIN; OR
" Laws, now, is it ? " said Topsy, with an air of innocent wonder.
" La, there an't any such thing as truth in that limb," said Rosa, looking indignantly at Topsy. " If I was Mas'r St. Clare, I 'd whip her till the blood run. I would, — I 'd let her catch it."
" No, no, Rosa," said Eva, with an air of command, which the child could assume at times; " you must n't talk so, Rosa. I can't bear to hear it."
" La sakes ? Miss Eva, you's so good, you don't know nothing how to get along with niggers. There 's no way but to cut 'em well up, I tell ye."
"Rosa!" said Eva, "hush! Don't you say another word of that sort! " and the eye of the child flashed, and her cheek deepened its color.
Rosa was cowed in a moment.
" Miss Eva has got the St. Clare blood in her, that's-plain. She can speak, for all the world, just like her papa," she said, as she passed out of the room.
Eva stood looking at Topsy.
There stood the two children, representatives of the two extremes of society. The fair, high-bred child, with her golden head, her deep eyes, her spiritual, noble brow, and prince-like movements; and her black, keen, subtle, cring­ing, yet acute neighbor. They stood the representative* of their races. The Saxon, born of ages of cultivation, command, education, physical and moral eminence; the Afric, born of ages of oppression, submission, ignorance, toil, and vice !
Something, perhaps, of such thoughts struggled through Eva's mind. But a child's thoughts are rather dim, un­defined instincts; and in Eva's noble nature many such were yearning and working, for which she had no power of utterance. When Miss Ophelia expatiated on Topsy's naughty, wicked conduct, the child looked perplexed and sorrowful, but said, sweetly, —
" Poor Topsy, why need you steal ? You 're going to