Then, they made me dress up, every day; and gentlemen used to come in and stand and smoke their cigars, and look at me, and ask questions, and debate my price.

I was so gloomy and silent, that none of them wanted me.

They threatened to whip me, if I wasn't gayer, and didn't take some pains to make myself agreeable.

At length, one day, came a gentleman named Stuart.

He seemed to have some feeling for me; he saw that something dreadful was on my heart, and he came to see me alone, a great many times, and finally persuaded me to tell him.