One or two stared the captives in the face,
Just as one views a horse to guess his price;
Some nodded to the negro from their station,
But no one troubled him with conversation.[286]
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He leads them through the hall, and, without stopping,
On through a farther range of goodly rooms,
Splendid, but silent, save in one, where dropping[287]
A marble fountain echoes through the glooms