"You confess it—a fellow-slave?"
"I confess nothing; but I say that haughty Shirley is no more free than was Hagar."
"And who, pray, is the Abraham, the hero of a patriarch who has achieved such a conquest?"
"You still speak scornfully, and cynically, and sorely; but I will make you change your note before I have done with you."
"We will see that. Can she marry this Cupidon?"
"Cupidon! he is just about as much a Cupidon as you are a Cyclops."
"Can she marry him?"
"You will see."
"I want to know his name, Cary."
"Guess it."