"I shall in all ways trust youI know and believe you have a very noble heart, and you are Jack's friend, and you were hersYou shall do what you like The Professor cleared his throat a couple of times, as though about to speak, and finally said, "May I ask you something now?" "Certainly "You know that MrsWestenra left you all her property?" "No, poor dearI never thought of it "And as it is all yours, you have a right to deal with it as you willI want you to give me permission to read all Miss Lucy's papers and lettersBelieve me, it is no idle curiosityI have a motive of which, be sure, she would have approvedI took them before we knew that all was yours, so that no strange hand might touch them, no strange eye look through words into her soulI shall keep them, if I mayEven you may not see them yet, but I shall keep them safeNo word shall be lost, and in the good time I shall give them back to youIt is a hard thing that I ask, but you will do it, will you not, for Lucy's sake?" Arthur spoke out heartily, like his old self, "DrVan Helsing, you may do what you willI feel that in saying this I am doing what my dear one would have approvedI shall not trouble you with questions till the time comes The old Professor stood up as he said solemnly, "And you are rightThere will be pain for us all, but it will not be all pain, nor will this pain be the lastWe and you too, you most of all, dear boy, will have to pass through the bitter water before we reach the sweetBut we must be brave of heart and unselfish, and do our duty, and all will be well!" I slept on a sofa in Arthur's room that nightVan Helsing did not go to bed at allHe went to and fro, as if patroling the house, and was never out of sight of the room where Lucy lay in her coffin, strewn with the wild garlic flowers, which sent through the odour of lily and rose, a heavy, overpowering smell into the night MINA HARKER'S JOURNAL 22 September-In the train to ExeterIt seems only yesterday that the last entry was made, and yet how much between then, in Whitby and all the world before me, Jonathan away and no news of him, and now, married to Jonathan, Jonathan a solicitor, a partner, rich, master of his business, MrHawkins dead and buried, and Jonathan with another attack that may harm himSome day he may ask me about itI am rusty in my shorthand, see what unexpected prosperity does for us, so it may be as well to freshen it up again with an exercise anyhow The service was very simple and very solemnThere were only ourselves and the servants there, one or two old friends of his from Exeter, his London agent, and a gentleman representing Sir John Paxton, the President of the Incorporated Law SocietyJonathan and I stood hand in hand, and we felt that our best and dearest friend was gone from us We came back to town quietly, taking a bus to Hyde Park CornerJonathan thought it would interest me to go into the Row for a while, so we sat downBut there were very few people there, and it was sad-looking and desolate to see so many empty chairsIt made us think of the empty chair at homeSo we got up and walked down PiccadillyJonathan was holding me by the arm, the way he used to in the old days before I went to shop school

Topsy looked pleased, as Eva said,??Topsy, you arrange flowers very prettilyHere,? she said, ?is this vase I haven?t any flowers forI wish you?d arrange something every day for it ?Well, that?s odd!? said Marie?What in the world do you want that for?? ?Never mind, mamma; you?d as lief as not Topsy should do it,?had you not?? ?Of course, anything you please, dear! Topsy, you hear your young mistress;?see that you mind Topsy made a short courtesy, and looked down; and, as she turned away, Eva saw a tear roll down her dark cheek ?You see, mamma, I knew poor Topsy wanted to do something for me,? said Eva to her mother ?O, nonsense! it?s only because she likes to do mischiefShe knows she mustn?t pick flowers,?so she does it; that?s all there is to itBut, if you fancy to have her pluck them, so be it ?Mamma, I think Topsy is different from what she used to be; she?s trying to be a good girl ?She?ll have to try a good while before she gets to be good,? said Marie, with a careless laugh ?Well, you know, mamma, poor Topsy! everything has always been against her ?Not since she?s been here, I?m sureIf she hasn?t been talked to, and preached to, and every earthly thing done that anybody could do;?and she?s just so ugly, and always will be; you can?t make anything of the creature!? ?But, mamma, it?s so different to be brought up as I?ve been, with so many friends, so many things to make me good and happy; and to be brought up as she?s been, all the time, till she came here!? ?Most likely,? said Marie, yawning,??dear me, how hot it is!? ?Mamma, you believe, don?t you, that Topsy could become an angel, as well as any of us, if she were a Christian?? ?Topsy! what a ridiculous idea! Nobody but you would ever think of itI suppose she could, though ?But, mamma, isn?t God her father, as much as ours? Isn?t Jesus her Saviour?? ?Well, that may beI suppose God made everybody,? said Marie?Where is my smelling-bottle?? ?It?s such a pity,?oh! such a pity!? said Eva, looking out on the distant lake, and speaking half to herself ?What?s a pity?? said Marie ?Why, that any one, who could be a bright angel, and live with angels, should go all down, down down, and nobody help them!?oh dear!? ?Well, we can?t help it; it?s no use worrying, Eva! I don?t know what?s to be done; we ought to be thankful for our own advantages ?I hardly can be,? said Eva, ?I?m so sorry to think of poor folks that haven?t any That?s odd enough,? said Marie;??I?m sure my religion makes me thankful for my advantages ?Mamma,? said Eva, ?I want to have some of my hair cut off,?a good deal of it ?What for?? said Marie ?Mamma, I want to give some away to my friends, while I am able to give it to them myselfWon?t you ask aunty to come and cut it for me?? Marie raised her voice, and called Miss Ophelia, from the other room The child half rose from her pillow as she came in, and, shaking down her long golden-brown curls, said, rather playfully, ?Come aunty, shear the sheep!? ?What?s that?? said StClare, who just then entered with some fruit he had been out to get for her ?Papa, I just want aunty to cut off some of my hair;?there?s too much of it, and it makes my head hotBesides, I want to give some of it away Miss Ophelia came, with her scissors ?Take care,?don?t spoil the looks of it!? said her father; ?cut underneath, where it won?t showEva?s curls are my pride ?O, papa!? said Eva, sadly ?Yes, and I want them kept handsome against the time I take you up to your uncle?s plantation, to see Cousin Henrique,? said St ?I shall never go there, papa;?I am going to a better countryO, do believe me! Don?t you see, papa, that I get weaker, every day?? ?Why do you insist that I shall believe such a cruel thing, Eva?? said her father ?Only because it is true, papa: and, if you will believe it now, perhaps you will get to feel about it as I doClare closed his lips, and stood gloomily eying the long, beautiful curls, which, as they were separated from the child?s head, were laid, one by one, in her shop lap

Having got them fairly on board, and the boat being off, he came round, with that air of efficiency which ever characterized him, to take a review of themStopping opposite to Tom, who had been attired for sale in his best broadcloth suit, with well-starched linen and shining boots, he briefly expressed himself as follows: ?Stand up ?Take off that stock!? and, as Tom, encumbered by his fetters, proceeded to do it, he assisted him, by pulling it, with no gentle hand, from his neck, and putting it in his pocket Legree now turned to Tom?s trunk, which, previous to this, he had been ransacking, and, taking from it a pair of old pantaloons and dilapidated coat, which Tom had been wont to put on about his stable-work, he said, liberating Tom?s hands from the handcuffs, and pointing to a recess in among the boxes, ?You go there, and put these on Tom obeyed, and in a few moments returned ?Take off your boots,? said Mr ?There,? said the former, throwing him a pair of coarse, stout shoes, such as were common among the slaves, ?put these on In Tom?s hurried exchange, he had not forgotten to transfer his cherished Bible to his pocketIt was well he did so; for MrLegree, having refitted Tom?s handcuffs, proceeded deliberately to investigate the contents of his pocketsHe drew out a silk handkerchief, and put it into his own pocketSeveral little trifles, which Tom had treasured, chiefly because they had amused Eva, he looked upon with a contemptuous grunt, and tossed them over his shoulder into the river Tom?s Methodist hymn-book, which, in his hurry, he had forgotten, he now held up and turned over Humph! pious, to be sureSo, what?s yer name,?you belong to the church, eh?? ?Yes, Mas?r,? said Tom, firmly ?Well, I?ll soon have that out of youI have none o? yer bawling, praying, singing niggers on my place; so rememberNow, mind yourself,? he said, with a stamp and a fierce glance of his gray eye, directed at Tom, ?I?m your church now! You understand,?you?ve got to be as I say Something within the silent black man answered No! and, as if repeated by an invisible voice, came the words of an old prophetic scroll, as Eva had often read them to him,??Fear not! for I have redeemed theeI have called thee by nameThou art Mine!? But Simon Legree heard no voiceThat voice is one he never shall hearHe only glared for a moment on the downcast face of Tom, and walked offHe took Tom?s trunk, which contained a very neat and abundant wardrobe, to the forecastle, where it was soon surrounded by various hands of the boatWith much laughing, at the expense of niggers who tried to be gentlemen, the articles very readily were sold to one and another, and the empty trunk finally put up at auctionIt was a good joke, they all thought, especially to see how Tom looked after his things, as they were going this way and that; and then the auction of the trunk, that was funnier than all, and occasioned abundant witticisms This little affair being over, Simon sauntered up again to his property ?Now, Tom, I?ve relieved you of any extra baggage, you seeTake mighty good care of them clothesIt?ll be long enough ?fore you get moreI go in for making niggers careful; one suit has to do for one year, on my place Simon next walked up to the place where Emmeline was sitting, chained to another woman ?Well, my dear,? he said, chucking her under the chin, ?keep up your spirits The involuntary look of horror, fright and aversion, with which the girl regarded him, did not escape his eye ?None o? your shines, gal! you?s got to keep a pleasant face, when I speak to ye,?d?ye hear? And you, you old yellow poco moonshine!? he said, giving a shove to the mulatto woman to whom Emmeline was chained, ?don?t you carry that sort of face! You?s got to look chipper, I tell ye!? ?I say, all on ye,? he said retreating a pace or two back, ?look at me,?look at me,?look me right in the eye,?straight, now!? said he, stamping his foot at every pause As by a fascination, every eye was now directed to the glaring greenish-gray eye of Simon ?Now,? said he, doubling his great, heavy fist into something resembling a blacksmith?s hammer, ?d?ye see this fist? Heft it!? he said, bringing it down on Tom?s hand?Look at these yer bones! Well, I tell ye this yer fist has got as hard as iron knocking down niggersI never see the nigger, yet, I couldn?t bring down with one crack,? said he, bringing his fist down so near to the face of Tom that he winked and drew back?I don?t keep none o? yer cussed overseers; I does my own overseeing; and I tell you things is seen shop to

The next morning at the teahouse, after he had the usual soup noodle- the fourth snack-dish to be served, Principal Lu paid the bill and urged Hung chien to start offEach hurriedly took his long gown from the waiter and de partedFeng-i stayed with MrFang for a cup of tea The school auditorium was already filled with students-over two hun dred boys and girlsAccompanied to the stage by Principal Lii, Fang Hung chien felt his whole body tingle and itch from having so many eyes focused on him, and walking became difficult After he had seated himself on the stage, the haze before his eyes lifted, and he noticed that those sitting in the front row seemed to be the facultyAt the recording secretary's desk set close to the stage was a girl student, the waves of whose new permanent were so stiff that they seemed to have been painted onEveryone in the auditorium was whispering back and forth, appraising him with great curiosityHe silent ly enjoined his cheeks, Don't blush! You mustn't turn red! He regretted hav ing removed his sunglasses when he enteredWith two pieces of black glass in front of his eyes, it would have seemed as though he too were hidden in heavy darkness, and he would have felt less embarrassed Principal Lii was already delivering his introduction Hung-chien hast ily reached into the pocket of his gown to feel around for his lecture notes only to find they were missingHe broke out in a nervous sweatHow could I have lost something so important? When I left the house I distinctly remember putting them into the pocket of my gownEx cept for a few opening sentences, he, in his fright, had forgotten the rest of his speechHe searched his memory for all he was worth, but it was like try ing to hold water in a sieveOnce he grew panicky, he couldn't focus his attentionHis threads of thought would get knotted up, then come looseA few vague facts remained, but it was like waiting for a person in a busy placeYou catch a glimpse of someone in the crowd who looks like him, only to find he's gone when you go over to get himJust as his mind was playing "hide-and-seek," Principal Lii bowed and asked him to speakThis was fol lowed by a round of applauseHe had just stood up when he noticed Feng-i rushing into the auditorium, breathlessSeeing that the lecture had already begun, Feng-i found an empty seat and sat down in despairHung-chien sud denly realized that as he was leaving the teahouse, he had put on Feng-i's gown by mistakeBoth gowns belonged to Feng-i and were of identical color and materialSuch being the case, he'd just have to screw up his courage, brace himself, and spout some nonsense When the applause had died down, Fang Hung-chien forced a smile and began, "Principal Lii, members of the faculty, and students: Though your applause was welbmeaning, it is actually quite unjustified Applause indicates 37 satisfaction with the speechNow before I have even begun, you have already applauded with satisfaction Why should I have to go on? You should all listen to the lecture first, then clap a few times as you wish, letting me leave the stage with dignityNow that you've clapped at the start, if my lecture can't live up to such enthusiastic applause, it'll put me in the embarrassing position of having been paid without being able to deliver the goods The audience roared with laughterThe recording secretary was also smiling as her pen flew across the paperFang Hung-chien hesitatedWhat should he say next? He still remembered a few of the points and views put forth in the string-bound texts, but as for the history textbooks he had skimmed through after dinner, there wasn't even a trace leftThose con founded textbooks! it's amazing that I could have learned all that stuff for examinations when I was a student! Ah, now I have it! At least it's better than nothing"As for the influence of Western civilization on Chinese his tory, you can find that in any history textbookThere's no need for me to repeat shop it

?But dar?s no use talkin?; I?ll jes wet up de corn-cake, and get ye one good breakfast, ?cause nobody knows when you?ll get another In order to appreciate the sufferings of the negroes sold south, it must be remembered that all the instinctive affections of that race are peculiarly strongTheir local attachments are very abidingThey are not naturally daring and enterprising, but home-loving and affectionateAdd to this all the terrors with which ignorance invests the unknown, and add to this, again, that selling to the south is set before the negro from childhood as the last severity of punishmentThe threat that terrifies more than whipping or torture of any kind is the threat of being sent down riverWe have ourselves heard this feeling expressed by them, and seen the unaffected horror with which they will sit in their gossipping hours, and tell frightful stories of that ?down river,? which to them is ?That undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns1 A missionary figure among the fugitives in Canada told us that many of the fugitives confessed themselves to have escaped from comparatively kind masters, and that they were induced to brave the perils of escape, in almost every case, by the desperate horror with which they regarded being sold south,?a doom which was hanging either over themselves or their husbands, their wives or childrenThis nerves the African, naturally patient, timid and unenterprising, with heroic courage, and leads him to suffer hunger, cold, pain, the perils of the wilderness, and the more dread penalties of recapture The simple morning meal now smoked on the table, for MrsShelby had excused Aunt Chloe?s attendance at the great house that morningThe poor soul had expended all her little energies on this farewell feast,?had killed and dressed her choicest chicken, and prepared her corn-cake with scrupulous exactness, just to her husband?s taste, and brought out certain mysterious jars on the mantel-piece, some preserves that were never produced except on extreme occasions ?Lor, Pete,? said Mose, triumphantly, ?han?t we got a buster of a breakfast!? at the same time catching at a fragment of the chicken Aunt Chloe gave him a sudden box on the ear?Thar now! crowing over the last breakfast yer poor daddy?s gwine to have to home!? ?O, Chloe!? said Tom, gently ?Wal, I can?t help it,? said Aunt Chloe, hiding her face in her apron; ?I ?s so tossed about it, it makes me act ugly The boys stood quite still, looking first at their father and then at their mother, while the baby, climbing up her clothes, began an imperious, commanding cry ?Thar!? said Aunt Chloe, wiping her eyes and taking up the baby; ?now I?s done, I hope,?now do eat somethingThis yer?s my nicest chickenThar, boys, ye shall have some, poor critturs! Yer mammy?s been cross to yer The boys needed no second invitation, and went in with great zeal for the eatables; and it was well they did so, as otherwise there would have been very little performed to any purpose by the party ?Now,? said Aunt Chloe, bustling about after breakfast, ?I must put up yer clothesJest like as not, he?ll take ?em all awayI know thar ways?mean as dirt, they is! Wal, now, yer flannels for rhumatis is in this corner; so be careful, ?cause there won?t nobody make ye no moreThen here?s yer old shirts, and these yer is new onesI toed off these yer stockings last night, and put de ball in ?em to mend withBut Lor! who?ll ever mend for ye?? and Aunt Chloe, again overcome, laid her head on the box side, and sobbed?To think on ?t! no crittur to do for ye, sick or well! I don?t railly think I ought ter be good now!? The boys, having eaten everything there was on the breakfast-table, began now to take some thought of the case; and, seeing their mother crying, and their father looking very sad, began to whimper and put their hands to their eyesUncle Tom had the baby on his knee, and was letting her enjoy herself to the utmost extent, scratching his face and pulling his hair, and occasionally breaking out into clamorous explosions of delight, evidently arising out of her own internal reflections ?Ay, crow away, poor crittur!? said Aunt Chloe; ye?ll have to come to it, too! ye?ll live to see yer husband sold, or mebbe be sold yerself; and these yer boys, they?s to be sold, I s?pose, too, jest like as not, when dey gets good for somethin?; an?t no use in niggers havin? nothin?!? Here one of the boys called out, ?Thar?s Missis a-comin? in!? ?She can?t do no good; what?s she coming for?? said Aunt ChloeAunt Chloe set a chair for her in a manner decidedly gruff and crustyShe did not seem to notice either the action or the mannerShe looked pale and anxious ?Tom,? she said, ?I come to?? and stopping suddenly, and regarding the silent group, she sat down in the chair, and, covering her face with her handkerchief, began to sob ?Lor, now, Missis, don?t?don?t!? said Aunt Chloe, bursting out in her turn; and for a few moments they all wept in companyAnd in those tears they all shed together, the high and the lowly, melted away all the heart-burnings and anger of the oppressedO, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy? ?My good fellow,? said MrsShelby, ?I can?t give you anything to do you any goodIf I give you money, it will only be taken from youBut I tell you solemnly, and before God, that I will keep trace of you, and bring you back as soon as I can command the money;?and, till then, trust in God!? Here the boys called out that Mas?r Haley was coming, and then an unceremonious kick pushed open the shop door