"I think that must be the case with Mr. Hazleton."
"I once used to despise such men. I have since learned to pity them."
"I don't see what you find to pity in Mr. Hazleton, unless it is his meanness."
"Well, I pity him for that. I think there never was slave more cowed under the whip of his master than he is under the lash of public opinion. The Negro was not the only one whom slavery subdued to the pliancy of submission. Men fettered the slave and cramped their own souls, denied him knowledge and then darkened their own spiritual insight, and the Negro, poor and despised as he was, laid his hands upon American civilization and has helped to mould its character. It is God's law. As ye sow, so shall ye reap, and men cannot sow avarice and oppression without reaping the harvest of retribution. It is a dangerous thing to gather
The flowers of sin that blossom
Around the borders of hell."
Chapter VIII
"I never want to go to that school again," said Annette entering Mrs. Lasette's sitting room, throwing down her books on the table and looking as if she were ready to burst into tears.
"What is the matter now, my dear child? You seem to be all out of sorts."
"I've had a fuss with that Mary Joseph."
"Mary Joseph, the saloon-keeper's daughter?"