"I've agreed to sell Tom." "What! our Tom ?--that good, faithful creature!--been your faithful servant from a boy! O, Mr.Shelby!--and you have promised him his freedom, too,--you and I have spoken to him a hundred times of it.

Well, I can believe anything now,--I can believe _now_ that you could sell little Harry, poor Eliza's only child!" said Mrs.Shelby, in a tone between grief and indignation.
"Well, since you must know all, it is so.

I have agreed to sell Tom and Harry both; and I don't know why I am to be rated, as if I were a monster, for doing what every one does every day." "But why, of all others, choose these ?" said Mrs.Shelby.

"Why sell them, of all on the place, if you must sell at all ?" "Because they will bring the highest sum of any,--that's why.

I could choose another, if you say so.