My soul abhors that deed. The
man that could do such a thing I could run him through with a knife!" said
the German, his grey eyes flashing, and his bushy black beard adding to the
murderous fury of his aspect. Then suddenly subsiding, he said, "But all
is now well; Tant Sannie gives her word that the maid shall remain for some
days. I go to Oom Muller's tomorrow to learn if the sheep may not be
there. If they are not, then I return. They are gone, that is all. I
make it good."
"Tant Sannie is a singular woman," said Bonaparte, taking the tobacco bag
the German passed to him.
"Singular! Yes," said the German; "but her heart is on her right side. I
have lived long years with her, and I may say, I have for her an affection,
which she returns. I may say," added the German with warmth, "I may say,
that there is not one soul on this farm for whom I have not an affection."
"Ah, my friend," said Bonaparte, "when the grace of God is in our hearts,
is it not with us all? Do we not love the very worm we tread upon, and as
we tread upon it? Do we know distinctions of race, or of sex, or of
colour? No!
"'Love so amazing, so divine,
It fills my soul, my life, my all.'"
After a time he sank into a less fervent mood, and remarked:
"The coloured female who waits upon Tant Sannie appears to be of a virtuous
disposition, an individual who--"
"Virtuous!" said the German; "I have confidence in her.
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