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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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