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Danh ngôn của Harriet Ann Jacobs (Sứ mệnh: 5)

But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import.
I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.
Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.
The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.