In spite of his filth, this youth interested me.

His stupid father refused him all instruction, and beat him unmercifully; he appeared intelligent; he made me think of a fresh-water fish condemned to live in a quagmire.

He was called Samuel Brohl: remember the name.

I pitied him and I saw no other way of saving him than to buy him of his father.

This horrid little man demanded an exorbitant price.