1 But people can love you, if you are black, Topsy.
2 "Give my love to Mas'r George," he said, earnestly.
3 "Donno nothing 'bout love; I loves candy and sich, that's all," said Topsy.'
4 "Donno nothing 'bout love; I loves candy and sich, that's all," said Topsy.'
5 The child's whole heart and soul seemed absorbed in works of love and kindness.
6 "Why, it makes so many more round you to love, you know," said Eva, looking up earnestly.
7 I feel sad for our poor people; they love me dearly, and they are all good and kind to me.
8 But stronger than all was maternal love, wrought into a paroxysm of frenzy by the near approach of a fearful danger.
9 "Thee uses thyself only to learn how to love thy neighbor, Ruth," said Simeon, looking, with a beaming face, on Ruth.
10 His love enfolded her childish heart with more than mortal tenderness; and it was to Him, she said, she was going, and to his home.
11 Eliza," said George, "people that have friends, and houses, and lands, and money, and all those things can't love as we do, who have nothing but each other.
12 For the child, though nursed so tenderly, and though life was unfolding before her with every brightness that love and wealth could give, had no regret for herself in dying.
13 Honestly, and with tears running down his own cheeks, he spoke of a heart of love in the skies, of a pitying Jesus, and an eternal home; but the ear was deaf with anguish, and the palsied heart could not feel.
14 There is not on earth a more merciless exactor of love from others than a thoroughly selfish woman; and the more unlovely she grows, the more jealously and scrupulously she exacts love, to the uttermost farthing.
15 It is disconsolate enough, this riding, to the stranger, who, with well-filled pocket and well-appointed horse, threads the lonely way on some errand of business; but wilder, drearier, to the man enthralled, whom every weary step bears further from all that man loves and prays for.
16 At first, she read to please her humble friend; but soon her own earnest nature threw out its tendrils, and wound itself around the majestic book; and Eva loved it, because it woke in her strange yearnings, and strong, dim emotions, such as impassioned, imaginative children love to feel.
17 The great difference is, that the table and chair cannot feel, and the man can; for even a legal enactment that he shall be "taken, reputed, adjudged in law, to be a chattel personal," cannot blot out his soul, with its own private little world of memories, hopes, loves, fears, and desires.
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