dressed for the market. The sheriff is in the yard, awaiting the preparation of the property. Even heironhearted, they saygives them a look of generous solicitude, as they pass out. He really feels there is a point, no less in the scale of slave dealing, beyond which there is something so repugnant that hell itself might frown upon it. Its a phase too hard, touches a bodys conscience, he says, not observing romescos at his elbow. Conscience. Interrupts romescos, his eyes flashing like meteors of