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EXPERIENCES IN THE LIFE OF A SLAVE GIRL BY TRINITY GIDDINGS
Liverpool, England, December, 1863.
“Game’s up, lad.” The constable gave me a fearsome look. “It’ll go badly for you if you give me trouble.” Almost laughable that he considered me capable of resistance. Dead-beat and dismayed, I held out my arms and let him shackle my wrists.
As he steered me towards a large commercial building at the far end of the shipyard, the cold metal cuffs chafed my skin and the jingle of iron chains spoke to me in a language none but a chattel slave could comprehend.
This sense of defeat became all the more hurtful when I was taken into a clerks’ office and found Josiah, similarly bound.
Standing beside him was the chief constable, who threw me a harsh look. “You would be Miss Giddings?”
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