1 "It's only the wind," said Legree.
2 And now," said Legree, "come here, you Tom.
3 "I reckon she will, to her grave," said Legree.
4 "I don't sell dead niggers," said Legree, doggedly.
5 "Them noises was nothing but rats and the wind," said Legree.
6 "I'd like to know why, Mistress," said Legree, in the extreme of scorn.
7 "Fellows used to try to frighten me with their yarns at sea," said Legree.
8 You were a fool," said Legree; "for I meant to do well by you, when I bought you.
9 "I b'lieve, my soul, he's done for, finally," said Legree, stepping forward, to look at him.
10 "You may fire on Cass, if you like; it's time she was gone to the devil, where she belongs; but the gal, not," said Legree.
11 I'd a flogged her into 't," said Legree, spitting, "only there's such a press o' work, it don't seem wuth a while to upset her jist now.
12 "I'll have Sambo and Quimbo up here, to sing and dance one of their hell dances, and keep off these horrid notions," said Legree; and, putting on his hat, he went on to the verandah, and blew a horn, with which he commonly summoned his two sable drivers.