Look at me, now. Don't I sit before you, e very way, just as much a man as you are? Look at my face—look at my hands—look at my body, and the young man dr ew himself up proudly. Why am I not a man, as much as anybody?
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Look at me, now. Don't I sit before you, e very way, just as much a man as you are? Look at my face—look at my hands—look at my body, and the young man dr ew himself up proudly. Why am I not a man, as much as anybody?