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324 loo loo.
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-^*. «- Scene Iv.
" Come , shew us your face / ' said the auctioneer . " Folks don't like to buy a pig * in a poke , you know . "
Seeing that she stood perfectly still , with her head lowered upon her breast , he untied the bonnet , pulled it off rudely , and held up
her face to public view . There was a murmur of applause . " Shew your teeth" said the auctioneer . But she only
com-, pressed her mouth more firmly . After trying in vain to coax her , he exclaimed—
-, " Never mind , gentlemen . She's got a string of pearls inside them coral lips of hern . I can sw ~ ear to that , for I ' ve seen .
' em . No use tryin' to trot her out . She's a leetle set up , ye see , with bein' made much of . Look at her , gentlemen ! Who can
blame her for bein' a bit proud ? She ' s a fust-rate fancy-article . Who bids ? "
Before he had time to repeat the question , Mr . Grossman said , in a loud voice" Fifteen hundred dollars . "
, This was rather a damper upon Mr . Helper ' s agent , who bid sixteen hundred .
A voice from the crowd called out , " Eighteen hundred . " " Two thousand" shouted Mr . Grossman .
, " Two thousand two hundred , " said another voice . " Two thousand five hundred , " exclaimed Mr . Grossman .
" Two thousand eight hundred , " said the incognito agent . The prize was now completely given , up to the two competitors ;
and the agent , excited by the contest , went beyond his orders , until he bid as hih as four thousand two hundred dollars . thousand g five hundredscreamed the cottonbroker _^
" Four , " -. There was no use in contending with him . He was evidently willing to stake all his fortune upon victory .
" Going ! Going ! Going ! " repeated the auctioneer , slowly . There was a brief pause , during which every pulsation in Loo Loo ' s
body seemed to stop . Then she heard the horrible words , " Gone , for four thousand Rye hundred dollars ! Gone to Mr . Grossman ! "
They led her to a bench at the other end of the room . She sat there , still as a marble statue , and almost as pale . The sudden
cessation of excited hope had so stunned her that she could not think . Everything seemed dark and reeling round her . In a few
minutes Mr . Grossman was at her side . " Comemy beauty" said he . " The carriage is at the door .
If you behave , yourself , you shall be treated like a queen . Come , my love !"
He attempted to take her hand , but his touch roused her from her lethargy ; and springing at him , like a wild-cat , she gave him
a blow in the face that made him stagger , —so powerful was it , in . the vehemence of her disgust and anger .
His coaxing tones _changecl instantly . " We don't allow niggers to put on such airs" he said . " I ' m
, your master . You've got to live with- me , and you may as well
make up your mind to it first as last . "
324 Loo Loo.
324 loo loo .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Jan. 1, 1859, page 324, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01011859/page/36/
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