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children to her when she's dressing. Every night the whole
winter long, she's either out, or has company at home and
they play cards, dance, sing and have great musick--while these
poor things are crying up here with cold and hunger; but
laughing, talking and musick, drowns their crys, let 'em any ever
so loud."
"But the father?--does he never attend to them?"
"He indeed!--What the gay, handsome Captain, he looks after
the children? Thats a good one! Why sure you never know
any quality before"--
"Never,"--said Lucy and if all quality are alike, I do not
want to know them, but would for rather go live with
poor labourers or mechanics."
"Oh no, I dont say that--theres tender good mothers
among the rich people and bad unnatural mothers among
the poor, I suppose, tho' I never happened to meet with any,
for the poorest slave I ever knew, loved their own flesh and blood."