human
But they will not let you go with me, Elsy, said Mrs. Wentworth.
gpt
You are free now, they say, to do as you like--you are no longer belonging to me.
human
I ain't a gwine to stay here, missis, replied the negro,
gpt
Well, Elsy, said Mrs. Wentworth,
human
I do not force you to leave New Orleans, but should you get out, come to me at Jackson. You are a good girl, and I shall not forget your fidelity.
gpt
I'll be dere, shure,