About eight hundred dollars, I should think; though it may be a thousand.

I want to buy a slave." "You want to buy a slave!" repeated Mr.Renfrew.

"What on earth do you want to buy a slave for?
You have more than you want now at the Orangery." "It's a slave that man Jackson is going to sell next Saturday, on purpose to spite the poor creature's husband and drive him to desperation," and Vincent then repeated the whole story of the circumstances that had led up to the sale.
"It is very abominable on the part of these Jacksons," Mr.Renfrew said, "but your interference was most imprudent, my young friend; and as you see, it has done harm rather than good.

If you are so quixotic as to become the champion of every ill-treated slave in the State, your work is pretty well cut out for you." "I know that, sir," Vincent replied, smiling, "and I can assure you I did not intend to enter upon any such crusade; but, you see, I have wrongly or rightly mixed myself up in this, and I want to repair the mischief which, as you say, I have caused.

The only way I can see is to buy this negress and her baby." "But I do not see that you will carry out your object if you do, Vincent.