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By the by, Arthur, who was that low-bred fellow that you lugged in to our dinner-table today?Haley is his name, said Shelby, turning himself rather uneasily in his chair, and continuing with his eyes fixed on a letter.(Windows API Declare Function mixerGetNumDevs Lib "winmm.dll" Alias "mixerGetNumDevs" () As Long)Haley! Who is he, and what may be his business here, pray?Well, hes a man that I transacted some business with, last time I was at Natchez, said Mr.(Windows API Declare Function mixerGetNumDevs Lib "winmm.dll" Alias "mixerGetNumDevs" () As Long) Shelby.(Windows API Declare Function mixerGetNumDevs Lib "winmm.dll" Alias "mixerGetNumDevs" () As Long)And he presumed on it to make himself quite at home, and call and dine here, ay?Why, I invited him; I had some accounts with him, said Shelby.Is he a negro-trader? said Mrs. Shelby, noticing a certain embarrassment in her husbands manner.Why, my dear, what put that into your head? said Shelby, looking up.Nothing,only Eliza came in here, after dinner, in a great worry, crying and taking on, and said you were talking with a trader, and that she heard him make an offer for her boythe ridiculous little goose!d1
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By the by, Arthur, who was that low-bred fellow that you lugged in to our dinner-table today?Haley is his name, said Shelby, turning himself rather uneasily in his chair, and continuing with his eyes fixed on a letter.(Windows API Declare Function mixerGetNumDevs Lib "winmm.dll" Alias "mixerGetNumDevs" () As Long)Haley! Who is he, and what may be his business here, pray?Well, hes a man that I transacted some business with, last time I was at Natchez, said Mr.(Windows API Declare Function mixerGetNumDevs Lib "winmm.dll" Alias "mixerGetNumDevs" () As Long) Shelby.(Windows API Declare Function mixerGetNumDevs Lib "winmm.dll" Alias "mixerGetNumDevs" () As Long)And he presumed on it to make himself quite at home, and call and dine here, ay?Why, I invited him; I had some accounts with him, said Shelby.Is he a negro-trader? said Mrs. Shelby, noticing a certain embarrassment in her husbands manner.Why, my dear, what put that into your head? said Shelby, looking up.Nothing,only Eliza came in here, after dinner, in a great worry, crying and taking on, and said you were talking with a trader, and that she heard him make an offer for her boythe ridiculous little goose!d1