"Three pound ten! Dirt-cheap.

Going, you may say, for nothing, and because it's the last piece I have of it.

Lady Georgiana paid me seven pounds for the length I cut her this morning.
I'd like to see you in this dress, Miss Matty, and, maybe, if all reports is true, you'll want me to sell you something different, and more--more--well, more, perhaps, bridal-like, by-and-bye, my pretty young lady." This last speech finished the fate of the silk.

If rumor had reached down to the strata of pedlers, etc., it simply could not be disregarded.
Mrs.Bell bargained and haggled for the best part of an hour.

She stripped herself of many necessary garments, and even ransacked her very meagre little collection of jewelry.