Candle in the Darkness (Refiner's Fire) (Volume 1)
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In this Christy-award-winning novel, now beautifully repackaged, a timid southern belle must find her voice--and her courage--when she joins the Abolitionist cause.
lots were too wide and too desolate to serve Robert’s purposes. But opposite the narrow vacant lot on the eastern side was a small, two-story brick building with a sign that said “Kerr’s Warehouse.” It faced Cary Street, not the prison, and behind it was a fenced yard with a small tool shed. The fence ran the length of the lot and was attached to another brick building of about the same size, facing Canal Street. I knew Eli was thinking the same thing as me when he said, “Must be some way we can
know how to handle their freedom if I did give it to them. Believe me, they’re better off in our care.” The books appeared to be a set, bound in dark leather covers and tooled in gold. Daddy removed them one by one, scanning the titles as if searching for a particular one. When he found it, he motioned to me. “Come over here, Sugar. I want to show you something. . . . Open it,” he said. He handed me the book. It was surprisingly light. I lifted the cover and saw that the book was hollow
beloved city of Richmond under siege. The hall clock tells me that it is well past midnight, but I am unable to sleep. I no longer know what tomorrow will bring, nor do I know when my arrest will come—but I’m now quite certain that it will come. Lying awake on nights like tonight, I listen in the darkness for the knock on my door. I think about Castle Thunder and wonder if I will soon join the gloomy prisoners who peer out from behind the barred windows. I don’t fear for myself but rather for
and strong. Says it’s a waste of good manpower to use Josiah as a manservant, much less have him gallivanting around the countryside with me all day.” He laughed, as if Josiah’s future was of very little importance. “May I ask him a question?” I asked. “Sure, go ahead. Hey, Jo,” he said, leaning forward, “Miss Caroline has a question for you.” Josiah glanced briefly over his shoulder, then nodded curtly. I hesitated, unsure how to begin. When I finally found my voice, my sentences all came out
to go. I didn’t seem to have much choice. Aunt Martha wanted to leave by the end of the week, which didn’t give Tessie much time to pack our things. “I’ve never ridden on a train before, have you?” I asked Tessie the night before we were scheduled to leave. “No, I sure ain’t never been on any train.” Her voice sounded muffled, coming from inside the huge steamer trunk she was bending over. “Are you excited, Tessie?” She straightened, still holding a pile of folded clothes in her hands. She