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rushed into the presence of the pastor and his
wife, wildly exclaiming: " Master Robert, why
did you let Mr. Bingham flog me ? What have
I done that I should be so punished ?"
"Go away," he gruffly answered, "do not
I would not be put off thus. " What have I
done ? I will know why I have been flogged."
I saw his cheeks flush with anger, but I did
not move. He rose to his feet, and on my refus¬
ing to go without an explanation, seized a chair,
struck m?„ and felled me to thft-floQi»_ I rose,
bewildered, almost dead with pain, crept to my
room, dressed my bruised arms and back as best
I could, and then lay down, but not to sleep. No,
I could not sleep, for I was suffering mental as
well as bodily torture. My spirit rebelled against
the unjustness that had been inflicted upon me,
and though I triedJo^s™nthm. rpY o,nger and to
forgive those who had been so cruel to me, it.
was impossible. The next morning I was more