I almost wish that I could kill him." "Hush, Ellen; remember! 'Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord,'" Alice whispered to the excited girl who answered hastily: "Don't preach to me now.

I'm too wretched.

Wait till you lose everything by one man's villainy, then see if you won't curse him." There was an increased confusion in the yard below, and Alice knew the sale was about to commence.

The white-haired colonel kept watch while one after another of his household goods were sold.

Inferior articles they were at first, and the crowd were not much disposed to bid, but all were dear to the old man, who groaned each time an article was knocked off, and so passed effectually from his possession.
The crowd grew weary at last--they must have brisker sport than that, if they would keep warm in that chilly November wind, and cries for the "horses" were heard.
"Your crack ones, too.