"These people don't worry about such things. I don't believe in treating women badly like some other people in this business. It makes the girls look ugly and then you don't get a good price for them. It makes my blood run cold when I see how some fellows treat these girls. You have to know how to manage people. Now, I'm not the kind of person who likes to talk about himself, but I must be one of the best in the business. I get some of the finest niggers around and I don't lose many of them. That's because I'm a good manager and because of my humanity. That's what people have told me, maybe a hundred times. Yes, sir."
Shelby looked at the trader in silence.
"Now, I know some people don't always agree with me," the trader continued, "but they work fine for me, if I may say so." He laughed.
Shelby laughed, too, but not for the same reason.
The trader was happy to have such a good listener. "Now, if I were you, "I'd just get the girl out of the way. These niggers ain't like us. They don't expect to keep their women or children, or have a good life. [207 words]