St. Clare.
“Of
course,
you defend
it, – you
all do, –
all you
Southerners.
What do
you have
slaves
for, if
you
don’t?”
“Are you
such a
sweet
innocent
as to
suppose
nobody in
this world
ever does
what they
don’t
think is
right?
Don’t you,
or didn’t
you ever,
do
anything
that you
did not
think
quite
right?”
“If I do,
I repent
of it, I
hope,”
said Miss
Ophelia,
rattling
her
needles
with
energy.
“So do I,”
said St.
