_His_ home, and had he not made it my home too, and were we both to be made outcasts to please the spite of this mean little man?
There were some more bids, and then I knew that Maskew was saying 91, and saw the head of the pin was lower; the hard lump of tallow in Aunt Jane's candle was thawing.

The bailiff struck in: 'Are ye mad, sirs, and you, Master Block, save your breath, and spare your money; and if this worshipful gentleman must become innkeeper at any price, let him have the place in the Devil's name, and I will give thee the Mermaid, at Bridport, with a snug parlour, and ten times the trade of this.' Elzevir seemed not to hear what he said, but only called out 100, with his face still looking out to sea, and the same sturdiness in his voice.
Then Maskew tried a spring, and went to 120, and Elzevir capped him with 130, and 140, 150, 160, 170 followed quick.

My breath came so fast that I was almost giddy, and I had to clench my hands to remind myself of where I was, and what was going on.

The bidders too were breathing hard, Elzevir had taken his head from his hands, and the eyes of all were on the pin.

The lump of tallow was worn down now; it was hard to say why the pin did not fall.