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EXPERIENCES IN THE LIFE OF A SLAVE GIRL BY TRINITY GIDDINGS
Liverpool, England, January, 1864.
Prince’s Parade thronged with folk readying themselves for long voyages and painful absences. Spiky tang of horse-sweat and greasy whiff of coal-smoke spoke of one journey’s end and another’s beginning.
This child had no wish to leave Liverpool. Yet I had to clear my head of that Soldier-boy or lose what little wit that still remained. No doubt Jubal did have some fondness for me, and also a modicum of respect. In another time, things might have turned out differently. But it was like this: slave girl gets too much above herself, she’s got an awful long way to tumble. Now that may strike you as faint-hearted, even plain cowardly. Truth was that I had too little faith and too much pride.
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