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While this scene was passing in the cabin of the man, one quite otherwise passed in the halls of the master. The trader and Mr. Shelby were seated together in the dining-room afore- named, at a table covered with papers and writing utensils. Mr. Shelby was busy in counting some bundles of bills, which, as they were counted, he pushed over to the trader, who counted them likewise. “All fair,” said the trader; “and now for signing these yer.” Mr. Shelby hastily drew the bills of sale towards him, and signed them, like a man that hurries over some disagreeable business, and then pushed them over with the money. Haley produced, from a well-worn valise, a parchment, which, af- ter looking over it a moment, he handed to Mr. Shelby, who took it with a gesture of suppressed eagerness. “Wal, now, the thing’s done!” said the trader, getting up. “It’s done!” said Mr. Shelby, in a musing tone; and, fetching a long breath, he repeated, “It’s done!” “Yer don’t seem to feel much pleased with it, ‘pears to me,” said the trader. “Haley,” said Mr. Shelby, “I hope you’ll remember that you promised, on your honor, you wouldn’t sell Tom, without knowing what sort of hands he’s go- ing into.” “Why, you’ve just done it, sir,” said the trader. |
