"Oh, that kind of talk does very well for preachers and church members."
"It should do for all humanity."
"I doesn't know what pity means whar a nigger is consarned."
"And 'tis this feeling in you that has cost me my life."
"Confound thar black hides. Every one of 'em that ever growed in Afriky isn't worth that price."
"Their souls are as precious in God's eyes as ours, and the laws of man should recognize their lives as valuable."
"Oh, now, my boy! don't talk any more 'bout it. It only 'stresses you for nothing."
"No, it distresses me for a great deal. For the value of Christ-purchased souls."
Mr. Peterkin concluded the argument as he usually did, when it reached a knotty point, by leaving. All that evening I noticed that young master was unusually restless and feverish. His mournful eyes would follow me withersoever I moved about the room. From the constant and earnest movement of his lips, I knew that he was engaged in prayer.