It dazzles-seems almost too interesting to
sell. It makes a feller's heart feel as if it warn't stuck in the
right place." Mr. Forshou casts another irresistible look at the
children; his countenance changes; he says he is very sensitive, and
shows it in his blushes. He might have saved his blushes for the
benefit of the State. The State is careful of its blushes; it has
none to sell-none to bestow on a child's sorrow!
Annette returns his somewhat touching manifestation of remorse with
a childlike smile.
"Well! I reckon how folks is gettin' tenderish, now a' days. Who'd
thought the major had such touchy kind a' feelins? Anything wrong
just about yer goggler?" interrupts Romescos, giving the vender a
quizzical look, and a "half-way wink." Then, setting his slouch hat
on an extra poise, he contorts his face into a dozen grimaces. "Keep
conscience down, and strike up trade," he says, very coolly, drawing
a large piece of tobacco from his breast-pocket and filling his
mouth to its utmost capacity.
"Feelings are over all things," responds the sheriff, who stands by,
and will speak for the vender, who is less accustomed to speaking
for himself. "Feelings bring up recollections of things one never
thought of before,--of the happiest days of our happiest home.
'Tain't much, no, nothing at all, to sell regular black and coloured
property; but there's a sort of cross-grained mythology about the
business when it comes to selling such clear grain as this.
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