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EXPERIENCES IN THE LIFE OF A SLAVE GIRL BY TRINITY GIDDINGS
Liverpool, England, December, 1863.
The cab rattled lickety-split over the street cobbles while Fat-boy kept the tip of his blade pressed hard against the flesh below my rib cage.
After some short distance, he fished a raw onion from his pocket and crunched into it with his spade-like teeth. Hard to tell which was the more unpleasant, knife or onion. Fumes attacked my eyes, making them sting and fill with water. Tears went running down one cheek, then the other.
This made Fat-boy chuckle and he called up to Blessing Dubois, sitting in the driver’s seat. “Poor little missy’s weeping like a babe.”
“I am not weeping. It’s your disgusting onion making my eyes water.”
This child’s irritation seemed only to increase Fat-boy’s
