Look at her--rosy lips, fit for the kisses of a king, eh?
How much ?" "A hundred dollars." "A hundred dollars offered; only a hundred.

It's giving the girl away.
Look at her teeth, brothers, white and sound." The slave-master thrust his thumb into the girl's mouth and walked her round the crowd again.
"Breath like new-mown hay, brothers.

Now's the chance for true believers.

How much ?" "A hundred and ten." "A hundred and ten--thanks, Sidi! A hundred and ten for this jewel of a girl.

Dirt cheap yet, brothers.