When he had gone, Larkin remarked, in an indifferent way, 'The Squire's got the devil in him. He's some when his blood's up--edged tools, dangerous ter handle--he is--I knows him.' I'd ruther have six like Tom on me, ony time, than one like him. But he karn't skeer me. The man doan't breathe thet kin turn Jake Larkin a hair.' 'I see he's excited,' I replied; 'but why is he so interested in this woman?' 'Why? She was fotched up 'long with him--children together. He owned har till he got in the nine-holes one day, and sold har ter the Gin'ral. I'd bet a pile the young 'uns ar his'n. He knows har as he do the psa'm book. Ha! ha!' and he laughed his brutal laugh, as, chucking Phyllis again under the chin, he asked, 'Doan't he, gal?' She shrank away from him, but said nothing. 'Doan't be squeamy, gal; out with it; we'll think the more on ye fur't. Arn't the young 'uns his'n? Didn't ye b'long ter the Squire till he got so d----d pious five year ago?' 'Yes, master; I belonged to him; Master Robert wus allers pious.' 'Yes, I knows; he wus allers preachin' pious. But didn't ye b'long ter him--ye knows what I means--till he got so d----d camp-meetin' pious five year ago?' 'Master Robert was allers camp-meetin' pious,' replied the woman, looking down, and drawing her thin shawl more closely over her open bosom. 'Well,' said Larkin, 'ye karn't git nothin' out o' har, but it's so--sartin! Ev'ry 'un says so; and what ev'ry 'un says arn't more'n a mile from the truth. Jest look o' that little 'un. Doan't ye see the Squire's eyes and forrerd thar?' and he took the little girl roughly by the arm, and turned her face toward mine. The lower part of her features were like her mother's, but her eyes, hair, and forehead were Preston's! 'Yes, I see,' I said; 'but you spoke of two little girls; where is the other?' 'Well, you see, I bought 'em both, and the Gin'ral give me a bill o' sale on 'em; but when we come to look arter the young 'un in the mornin', she warn't thar. The Gin'ral's 'ooman--she's a 'ooman fur me--a hull team--she makes him stan' round, _I_ reckon. Well, she'd a likin' for the little 'un, and she swoore she shouldn't be sold. She told me ter my face she'd packed har off whar I couldn't git har, nohow; and she said she'd raise the town, and hev me driv' out if I 'tempted it.' 'What did you do then?' I asked.