"Very likely," said the minister, with a kind of solemn sarcasm. "This
whole affair seems more like romance than reality."
"I cannot believe my father was so cruel," cried Emily, the tears again
coming to the relief of her full heart.
"Do you doubt the word of the witnesses, and the mark and signature of
your father?" said Jaspar, fiercely, with the intention of intimidating
her.
"No, no! but, Uncle--"
"Call me not uncle again! I am no longer the uncle of the progeny of my
brother's slaves. This cheat has already been continued too long."
"I will not call you uncle, but hear me," replied Emily, frightened at
Jaspar's violence.
"I will hear nothing more. You will prepare to leave for Cincinnati next
week. I will no longer endure the presence of one upon whom my
brother's bounty has been wasted. Have you no gratitude, girl? Remember
what you are!"
With these cruel words Jaspar hurried out of the room, satisfied that he
had established his position, and, at least, silenced Emily. The
minister he regarded, as he did all of his profession, with contempt.
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