But then
she had never known any other life, and human nature is very
adaptable. Further, if I may say so, she had grown up a lady in the
true sense of the word. After all, why should she not, seeing that her
mother, the Bible and Nature had been her only associates and sources
of information, if we except the poor slaves who waited on them, most
of whom were mutes.
When Mrs. Eversley's story was done, we told ours, in a compressed
form. It was strange to see the wonder with which these two ladies
listened to its outlines, but on that I need not dwell. When it was
finished I heard Miss Hope say:
"So it would seem, O Stephen Somers, that it is you who are saviour to
us."
"Certainly," answered Stephen, "but why?"
"Because you see the dry Holy Flower far away in England, and you say,
'I must be Holy Father to that Flower.' Then you pay down shekels
(here her Bible reading came in) for the cost of journey and hire
brave hunter to kill devil-god and bring my old white-head parent with
you. Oh yes, you are saviour," and she nodded her head at him very
prettily.
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