Excerpt from The Upper Hand Goodness me! She exclaimed, her voice running up in a squeak. Is yo' dead, Marse Warden? She might well ask it, for the Squire was lying back in an arm-chair with his eyes closed; his thin face chalk white in the low light of the dying lamp. His collar and clothes were rumpled and his white hair disordered. Ia yo' dead! Mandy cried again, with rather more interest than anxiety. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.