"I am passionately fond of rings; this delights me." His swarthy face flushed with pleasure at my words; but, according to his wont, he said nothing.
A few days after his return, a man came into the yard, leading a powerful horse chafing in his halter, which he took to the stable.

Charles asked me to look at a new purchase he had made in Pennsylvania.

The strange man was lounging about the stalls when we went in, inspecting the horses with a knowing air.
"I declare, sir," said Jesse, "I am afeared to tackle this ere animal; he's a reglar brute, and no mistake." "He'll be tame enough; he is but four years old." "He's never been in a carriage," said the man.
"Lead him out, will you ?" The man obeyed.

The horse was a fine creature, black, and thick-maned; but the whites of his eyes were not clear; they were streaked with red, and he attempted continually to turn his nostrils inside out.
Altogether, I thought him diabolical.
"What's the matter with his eyes ?" Charles asked.
"I think, sir," the man replied, "as how they got inflamed like, in the boat coming from New York.

It's nothing perticalar, I believe." Alice declared it was too bad, when she heard there was another horse in the stable.