" Mark once more knocked at the door. "Who dat dar?"
thundered Tony at the top of his voice.
"De angel of de Lord," replied Mark, in a somewhat suppressed and
sepulchral voice.
"What de angel of de Lord want here?" inquired Tony, as if much
frightened.
"He's come for poor old Tony, to take him out of the world" replied
Mark, in the same strange voice.
"Dat nigger ain't here; he die tree weeks ago," responded Tony, in
a still more agitated and frightened tone. Mark and his companions
made the welkin ring with their shouts at the old man's answer.
Uncle Tony hearing them, and finding that he had been imposed
upon, opened his door, came out with stick in hand, and said, "Is
dat you, Mr. Mark? you imp, if I can get to you I'll larn you how
to come here wid your nonsense."
Mark and his companions left the garden, feeling satisfied that
Uncle Tony was not as ready to go with "de angel of de Lord" as he
would have others believe.
CHAPTER XIV
THE PRISON.
While poor little Clotelle was being kicked about by Mrs. Miller,
on account of her relationship to her son-in-law, Isabella was
passing lonely hours in the county jail, the place to which
Jennings had removed her for safe-keeping, after purchasing her
from Mrs. Miller. Incarcerated in one of the iron-barred rooms of
that dismal place, those dark, glowing eyes, lofty brow, and
graceful form wilted down like a plucked rose under a noonday sun,
while deep in her heart's ambrosial cells was the most anguishing
distress.
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