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Uncle Toms¡¯ Cabin 2-119
"Well, Tom," said Legree, walking up and seizing him grimly by the collar of his coat, and speaking through his teeth in a paroxysm of determined rage, "do you know, I"ve made up my mind to KiLL you?"
"It"s very likely, mas"r" said Tom calmly. "I have." said :egree, with grim, terrible calmness, " done-just-that-thing, Tom, unless you"ll tell me what you know about these yer gals!"
Tom stood silent. "D"ye hear?" said Legree, stamping with a roar like that of an incensed lion. "Speak!" "I han"t got nothing to tell, mas"r," said Tom, with a slow, firm, deliberate utterance.
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