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He had been able to repress every disrespectful word; but the flashing eye, the gloomy and troubled brow, were part of a natural language that could not be repressed,-- indubitable signs, which showed too plainly that the man could not become a thing.
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look at me, now. Don't I sit before you, e very way, just as much a man as you are? Look at my face--look at my hands--look at my body," and the young man dr ew himself up proudly. "Why am I not a man, as much as anybody?"
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there have been times when I have thought, if the whole country would sink, and hide all this injustice and misery from the light, I would willingly sink with it.
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It was the first time that ever George had sat down on equal terms at any white man's table; and he sat down, at first, with some constraint and awkwardness; but they all exhaled and went off like fog, in the genial morning rays of this simple, overflowing kindness. This, indeed, was a home,--home,--a word that George had never yet known a meaning for; and a belief in God, and trust in his providence, began to encircle his heart, as, with a..
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But then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word, - or at the most, the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bundle with 'Ran away from the subscriber' under it. The magic of the real presence of distress, -- the imploring human eye, frail, trembling human hand, the despairing appeal of helpless agony, -- these he had never tried.
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This is God's curse on slavery!--a bitter, bitter, most accursed thing!--a curse to the master and a curse to the slave! I was a fool to think I could make anything good out of such a deadly evil. It is a sin to hold a slave under laws like ours,--I always felt it was,--I always thought so when I was a girl,--I thought so still more after I joined the church; but I thought I could gild it over,--I thought, by kindness, and care, and instruc..
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she was one of those busy creatures, that can be no more contained in one place than a sunbeam or a summer breeze
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It's a shameful, wicked, abominable law, and I'll break it, for one, the first time I get a chance; and I hope I shall have a chance, I do! Things have got to a pretty pass, if a woman can't give a warm supper and a bed to poor, starving creatures, just because they are slaves, and have been abused and oppressed all their lives, poor things!
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compassion
empathy
equality
freedom
humanity
politics
racism
religion
slavery
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On the contrary, an airy and innocent playfulness seemed to flicker like the shadow of summer leaves over her childish face, and around her buoyant figure. She was always in motion, always with a half-smile on her rosy mouth, flying hither and thither, with an undulating and cloud-like tread, singing to herself as she moved, as in a happy dream. Her father and female guardian were incessantly busy in pursuit of her, but, when caught, she me..
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George was, in truth, one of the sort who evidently have made some mistake in coming into this world at all, as their internal furniture is in no way suited to its general courses and currents.
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Most mothers are instinctive philosophers.
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The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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Women are the real architects of society.
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I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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Well, good-by, Uncle Tom; keep a stiff upper lip.
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No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man.
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Human nature is above all things -- lazy.
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Care and labor are as much correlated to human existence as shadow is to light...
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A woman's health is her capital.
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The obstinancy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinancy of folly and inanity.
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