Who could bear those eyes ?" The broker took her address; so did the auctioneer's clerk.

The auctioneer asked her for no deposit; her beautiful, innocent, and high-bred face was enough for a man who was always reading faces, and interpreting them.
And so they retired.
But this charming sex is like that same auctioneer's hammer, it cannot go abruptly.

It is always going--going--going--a long time before it is gone.

I think it would perhaps loiter at the door of a jail, with the order of release in its hand, after six years' confinement.

Getting up to go quenches in it the desire to go.