But it was wrong of him to leave one so pretty all alone.

Well, well, he is about his business, and I must be about mine, for I am a merchant also, my dove, a merchant who trades in blackbirds.

One with silver feathers does not often come my way, and I must make the most of her.

There is many a young man in our part who will bid briskly for such eyes as yours.

Never fear, my dove, we will soon find you a husband.' "Thus the Yellow Devil spoke, White Man, while the Shepherdess my mistress crouched against the wall and stared at him with frightened eyes, and the slave-traders his servants laughed aloud at his evil words.