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“I’ll trade with you then, and make it for your advantage,” said Mrs. Shelby. “Of course,” said the trader, “all’s equal with me; li’ves trade ‘em up as down, so I does a good business. All I want is a livin’, you know, ma’am; that’s all any on us wants, I s’pose.” Mr. and Mrs. Shelby both felt annoyed and degraded by the familiar impu- dence of the trader, and yet both saw the absolute necessity of putting a constraint on their feelings. The more hopelessly sordid and insensible he appeared, the greater became Mrs. Shelby’s dread of his succeeding in recapturing Eliza and her child, and of course the greater her motive for detaining him by every female artifice. She therefore graciously smiled, assented, chatted familiarly, and did all she could to make time pass imperceptibly. At two o’clock Sam and Andy brought the horses up to the posts, apparently greatly refreshed and invigorated by the scamper of the morning. Sam was there new oiled from dinner, with an abundance of zealous and ready officiousness. As Haley approached, he was boasting, in a flourishing style, to Andy, of the evident and eminent success of the operation, now that he had “farly come to it.” “Your master, I s’pose, don’t keep no dogs,” said Haley, thoughtfully, as he prepared to mount. “Heaps on ‘em,” said Sam, triumphantly; “thar’s Bruno-he’s a roarer! and, be- sides that, ‘bout every nigger of us keeps a pup of some natur’ or uther.” |
