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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY 5
There needed only a glance from the child to her, to identify her as its mother. There was the same rich, full, dark eye, with its long lashes ; the same ripples of silky black hair. The brown of her complexion gave way on the cheek to a perceptible flush, which deepened as she saw the gaze of the strange man fixed upon her in bold and undisguised admiration. Her dress was of the neatest possible fit, and set off to advantage her finely moulded shape ; a delicately formed hand and a trim foot and ankle were items of appearance that did not escape the quick eye of the trader, well used to run up at a glance the points of a fine female article.
" Well, Eliza ? " said her master, as she stopped and looked hesitatingly at him.
" I was looking for Harry, please, sir;" and the boy bounded toward her, showing his spoils, which he had gathered in the skirt of his robe.
" Well, take him away, then," said Mr. Shelby; and hastily she withdrew, carrying the child on her arm.
" By Jupiter," said the trader, turning to him in admiration, " there 's an article, now ! You might make your fortune on that ar gal in Orleans, any day. I 've seen over a thousand, in my day, paid down for gals not a bit handsomer."
" I don't want to make my fortune on her," said Mr. Shelby, dryly ; and, seeking to turn the conversation, he uncorked a bottle of fresh wine, and asked his companion's opinion of it.
" Capital, sir, — first chop ! " said the trader ; then turning, and slapping his hand familiarly on Shelby's shoulder, he added, —
" Come, how will you trade about the gal ? — what shall I say for her, — what '11 you take ?
" Mr. Haley, she is not to be sold," said Shelby. " My wife would not part with her for her weight in gold."
" Ay, ay! women always say such things, 'cause they han't no sort of calculation. Just show'em how many |
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