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“Why, I invited him; I had some accounts with him,” said Shelby. “Is he a negro-trader?” said Mrs. Shelby, noticing a certain embarrassment in her husband’s manner. “Why, my dear, what put that into your head?” said Shelby, looking up. “Nothing,- only Eliza came in here, after dinner, in a great worry, crying and taking on, and said you were talking with a trader, and that she heard him make an offer for her boy-the ridiculous little goose!” “She did, hey?” said Mr. Shelby, returning to his paper, which he seemed for a few moments quite intent upon, not perceiving that he was holding it bottom up- wards. “It will have to come out,” said he, mentally; “as well now as ever.” “I told Eliza,” said Mrs. Shelby, as she continued brushing her hair, “that she was a little fool for her pains, and that you never had anything to do with that sort of persons. Of course, I knew you never meant to sell any of our people,- least of all, to such a fellow.” “Well, Emily,” said her husband, “so I have always felt and said; but the fact is that my business lies so that I cannot get on without. I shall have to sell some of my hands.” “To that creature? Impossible! Mr. Shelby, you cannot be serious.” “I’m sorry to say that I am,” said Mr. Shelby. “I’ve agreed to sell Tom.” |
