Would she lend her "white child" the money?
WOULD SHE?
What she had was mine.
Then I sought out French Frank, the oyster pirate, who wanted to sell, I had heard, his sloop, the Razzle Dazzle.

I found him lying at anchor on the Alameda side of the estuary near the Webster Street bridge, with visitors aboard, whom he was entertaining with afternoon wine.

He came on deck to talk business.

He was willing to sell.

But it was Sunday.
Besides, he had guests.