But, just now, she noticed the folks were staring at them, and Miss Sally Dows had turned round to look.

Nevertheless, Miss Octavia's sallow cheek nearest the colonel--the sunny side--had taken a faint brunette's flush, and the corners of her proud mouth were slightly lifted.
"But, candidly, Miss Reed, don't you think that you would prefer to have old Hannibal, whom you know, as county judge, than a stranger and a Northern man like ME ?" Miss Reed's dark eyes glanced sideways at the handsome face and elegant figure beside her.

Something like a saucy smile struggled to her thin lips.
"There mightn't be much to choose, Co'nnle." "I admit it.

We should both acknowledge our mistress, and be like wax in her hands." "Yo' ought to make that pooty speech to Sally Dows, she's generally mistress around here.

But," she added, suddenly fixing her eyes on him, "how does it happen that yo' ain't walking with her instead of that Englishman?
Yo' know that it's as plain as day that he took that land over there just to be near her, when he was no longer agent." But Courtland was always master of himself and quite at ease regarding Miss Sally when not in that lady's presence.