I was so fondly shielded that I never dreamed I was a piece of merchandise.
Dia: 2
what added to my unhappiness, was the fact that my brother William was purchased by the same family.
Dia: 3
I spent the day gathering flowers and weaving them into festoons,8 while the dead body of my father was lying within a mile of me.
Dia: 4
my grandmother, to avoid detaining me, often stood at the gate with something for my breakfast or dinner. I was indebted to her for all my comforts, spiritual or temporal. It was her labor that supplied my scanty wardrobe. I have a vivid recollection of the linsey-woolsey1 dress given me every winter by Mrs. Flint. How I hated it! It was one of the badges of slavery.
Dia: 5
She might have used this knowledge to counsel and to screen the young and the innocent among her slaves; but for them she had no sympathy. They were the objects of her constant suspicion and malevolence. She watched her husband with unceasing vigilance; but he was well practised in means to evade it.
Dia: 6
“Do you love this nigger?” said he, abruptly.“Yes, sir.”
Dia: 7
“You have tried to kill me, and I wish you had; but you have no right to do as you like with me.”