Strange, no one attempted to appropriate the property that must have been a temptation to all.
Our pedler, though he no longer strove to interfere, was by no means insensible to the ruin of his stock in trade.

It was calculated to move to pity, in any other region, to behold him as he stood in the doorway, stupidly watching the scene, while the big tears were slowly gathering in his eyes, and falling down his bronzed and furrowed cheeks.

The rough, hard, unscrupulous man can always weep for himself.

Whatever the demerits of the rogue, our young traveller above stairs, would have regarded him as the victim of a too sharp justice.

Not so the participators in the outrage.