The Christian Slave: A Drama

by Harriet Beecher Stowe

  [LEGREE looks in.] George. The old Satan! It 's a comfort to think the devil will pay him for this some of these days!

  Uncle T. O, don't!--O, you must n't! [grasping his hand] He 's a poor mis'able critter. It 's awful to think on 't. O, if he only would repent, the Lord would forgive him now; but I 'm feared he never will!

  George. I hope he won't. I never want to see him in heaven!

  Uncle T. Hush, Mas'r George; it worries me! Don't feel so. He an't done me no real harm--only opened the gate of the kingdom for me--that 's all! [A pause. UNCLE TOM seems to faint. Draws several long sighs, raises his hand.] Who--who--who--shall--separate--us from--the--the--love of Christ? LOVE! LOVE! LOVE OF CHRIST!