“Why, Tom, don’t you think, for your own part, you’ve been better off than to be free?” “No, indeed, Mas’r St. Clare,” said Tom, with a flash of energy. “No, indeed!” “Why, Tom, you couldn’t possibly have earned, by your work, such clothes and such living as I have given you.” “Knows all that, Mas’r St. Clare; Mas’r’s been too good; but, Mas’r, I’d rather have poor clothes, poor house, poor everything, and have ’em mine, than have the best, and have ’em any man’s else,—I had so, Mas’r; I think it’s natur, Mas’r.”
