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Behind the Scenes. 35
rushed into the presence of the pastor and his
wife, wildly exclaiming : " Master Robert, why
did you let Mr. Bingham flog me ? What have
I done that I should be so punished ?"
" Go away," he gruffly answered, " do not
bother me."
I would not be put off thus. " What have I
done % I will know why I have been flogged."
I saw his cheeks flush with anger, but I did
not move. He rose to his feet, and on my refusing to go without an explanation, seized a chair,
struck me, and felled me to the floor. I rose,
bewildered, almost dead with pain, crept to my
room, dressed mv bruised arms and back as best
I could, and then lay down, but not to sleep. No,
I could not sleep, for I was suffering mental as
well as bodily torture. My spirit rebelled against
the unjustness that had been inflicted upon me,
and though I tried to smother my anger and to
forgive those who had been so cruel to me, it
was impossible. The next morning I was more
| Title | Behind the scenes, or, Thirty years a slave and four years in the White House |
| Creator | Keckley, Elizabeth |
| Publisher | G.W. Carleton & Co. |
| Place of Publication | New York |
| Date | 1868 |
| Language | eng |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000040 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | Behind the Scenes. 35 rushed into the presence of the pastor and his wife, wildly exclaiming : " Master Robert, why did you let Mr. Bingham flog me ? What have I done that I should be so punished ?" " Go away," he gruffly answered, " do not bother me." I would not be put off thus. " What have I done % I will know why I have been flogged." I saw his cheeks flush with anger, but I did not move. He rose to his feet, and on my refusing to go without an explanation, seized a chair, struck me, and felled me to the floor. I rose, bewildered, almost dead with pain, crept to my room, dressed mv bruised arms and back as best I could, and then lay down, but not to sleep. No, I could not sleep, for I was suffering mental as well as bodily torture. My spirit rebelled against the unjustness that had been inflicted upon me, and though I tried to smother my anger and to forgive those who had been so cruel to me, it was impossible. The next morning I was more |
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