"
"Then she does."
"But, Dr. Sandford," I said, "nobody can belong to anybody in
that way."
"How do you make it out, Daisy?"
"Because, nobody can give anybody a _right_ to anybody else — in
that way."
"Does it not give your mother a right, that the mother of this
girl and probably her grandmother were the property of your
ancestors?"
"They could not be their property justly," I said, glad to get
back to my ancestors.
"The law made it so."
"Not God's law, Dr. Sandford," I said, looking up at him.
"No? Does not that law give a man a right to what he has
honestly bought?"
"No," I said, "it _can't_ — not if it has been dishonestly
sold."
"Explain, Daisy," said Dr. Sandford, very quietly; but I saw
the gleam of that light in his eye again. I had gone too far
to stop. I went on, ready to break my heart over the right and
the wrong I was separating.
"I mean, the _first_ people that sold the first of these
coloured people, —" I said.
"Well?" said the doctor.
"They could not have a right to sell them.
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