The Kind Master

The woman did not sob nor weep. She had gone to a place where tears are dry. But every one around her was, in some way characteristic of themselves, showing signs of hearty sympathy. The two little boys threw themselves disconsolately into the skirts of their mother's gown. And old dinah, with tears streaming down her black, honest face, was ejaculating,. lord have mercy on us with all the fervor of a camp meeting. While old cudjo rubbed his eyes very hard with his cuffs and made a most uncommon variety of wry faces. Our senator was a statesman, and, of course, could not be expected to cry like other mortals.

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