It may be that he has lost a sister, a mother, or some dear one to whom he was betrothed.

Again he comes, and the quadroon hides her face.

She has heard that foreigners make bad masters, and she shuns his piercing gaze.

Again he goes away and then returns.

He takes a last look and then walks hurriedly off.
The day wears away, but long before the time of closing the sale the tall young man once more enters the slave-pen.