“They cannot be separated;—depend upon it, there is one thing which you may bring with you that is irresistible.”
“What is that?”
“Gold.”
“And where am I to get it? it is that I seek.”
The black slave smiled maliciously, and said:
“Why cannot you get it as Fulvius does?”
“How does he get it?”
“By blood!”
“How do you know it?”
“I have made acquaintance with an old attendant that he has, who, if not as dark as I am in skin, fully makes up for it in his heart. His language and mine are sufficiently allied for us to be able to converse. He has asked me many questions about poisons, and pretended he would purchase my liberty, and take me back home as his wife; but I have something better than that in prospect, I trust. However, I got all that I wanted out from him.”