Trust in God, my dear one, and all will yet be well."
"I will, I will! My father's and your good instructions shall not be
lost upon me, slave though I am. _Dear_ father," said she, and the tears
blinded her,--"I love his memory still, though every word of this hated
will were true. I ought not to repine, whatever be my future lot. That
he loved me as a daughter, I can never doubt; that he never told me I am
a slave, I will forgive, for he meant it well."
"I am glad to witness your Christian faith and patience in this painful
event. But, Emily, had you no intimation or suspicion of this trial
before?"
"No, never, not the slightest," said Emily, wiping away the tears which
had gathered on her cheeks.
"See if you cannot call to mind some slight circumstance, which you can
now recognize as such."
Emily reflected a few moments, and then replied that she could not.
"And your house-servants are all too young to remember as long ago as
your birth?"
"All but Hatchie."
"Perhaps you had better send for him, and I will question him.
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