Yes, Aurore appeared in the doorway of that infernal hall, and stood
timidly pausing upon its threshold.
She was not alone. A mulatto girl was by her side--like herself a
slave--like herself brought there _to be sold_!
A third individual was of the party, or rather with it; for he did not
walk by the side of the girls, but in front, evidently conducting them
to the place of sale. This individual was no other than Larkin, the
brutal overseer.
"Come along!" said he, roughly, at the same time beckoning to Aurore and
her companion: "this way, gals--foller me!"
They obeyed his rude signal, and, passing in, followed him across the
hall towards the rostrum.