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Adolph was knocked off, at a good sum, to the young gentleman who had pre- viously stated his intention of buying him; and the other servants of the St. Clare lot went to various bidders. “Now, up with you, boy! d’ ye hear?” said the auctioneer to Tom. Tom stepped upon the block, gave a few anxious looks round; all seemed min- gled in a common, indistinct noise,- the clatter of the salesman crying off his qualifications in French and English, the quick fire of French and English bids; and almost in a moment came the final thump of the hammer, and the clear ring on the last syllable of the word “dollars,” as the auctioneer announced his price, and Tom was made over.-He had a master! He was pushed from the block;- the short, bullet-headed man seizing him roughly by the shoulder, pushed him to one side, saying in a harsh voice, “Stand there, you!” Tom hardly realized anything; but still the bidding went on,- rattling, clatter- ing, now French, now English. Down goes the hammer again,- Susan is sold! She goes down from the block, stops, looks wistfully back,- her daughter stretches her hands towards her. She looks with agony in the face of the man who has bought her,- a respectable middle-aged man, of benevolent countenance. “O Mas’r, please do buy my daughter!” |
