She turned hastily away, but the heated cabin and the want of fresh air soon drove her again to the window.

The young gentleman again appeared, and coming to the end of the saloon, spoke to the slave-girl in broken English.

This confirmed her in her previous opinion that he was a foreigner, and she rejoiced that she had not fallen into his hands.
"I want to talk with you," said the stranger.
"What do you want with me ?" she inquired.
"I am your friend," he answered.

"I saw you in the slave-market last week, and regretted that I did not speak to you then.

I returned in the evening, but you was gone." Clotelle looked indignantly at the stranger, and was about leaving the window again when the quivering of his lips and the trembling of his voice struck her attention and caused her to remain.
"I intended to buy you and make you free and happy, but I was too late," continued he.
"Why do you wish to make me free ?" inquired the girl.
"Because I once had an only and lovely sister, who died three years ago in France, and you are so much like her that had I not known of her death I should certainly have taken you for her." "However much I may resemble your sister, you are aware that I am not she; why, then, take so much interest in one whom you have never seen before and may never see again ?" "The love," said he, "which I had for my sister is transferred to you." Clotelle had all along suspected that the man was a knave, and this profession of love at once confirmed her in that belief.