"Who the d——l is that?" gruffly asked Mr. Atkins.
"It is Mr. Moodwell," Henry replied. "He has come to buy Ann."
"Who said that I wanted to sell her?"
"You would let her go for a fair price, wouldn't you?"
"No, but I would part with her for a first-rate one."
Just then, as hope began to relume my soul, Mr. Moodwell approached Atkins, saying,
"I wish to buy a yellow girl of you."
"Which one?"
"A girl by the name of Ann. Where is she?"