"I found it tossed in the lap of a harlot.

I bought it for a song.

Eh, what would you ?" "Would you sell it again for a song ?" asked Poindexter.
"Ah! what is this ?" said Don Jose, lifting his iron-gray brows; "but a moment ago we would sell everything, for any money.

Now we would buy.

Is it so ?" "One moment, Don Jose," said Poindexter, with a baleful light in his dark eyes.