Octoroon, The - Part 112
The “Major” moved to lift her from her seat;
She felt his touch that half an appeal meant;
She threw his hands off, bounded to her feet,
And through the doorway like an arrow went
Ah! then her master's wrath was at “white heat”
To her receding ears this threat he sent:
“I'll make you know!” and followed where she flew,
Declaring in his rage what he would do
She felt his touch that half an appeal meant;
She threw his hands off, bounded to her feet,
And through the doorway like an arrow went
Ah! then her master's wrath was at “white heat”
To her receding ears this threat he sent:
“I'll make you know!” and followed where she flew,
Declaring in his rage what he would do
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