Mr. Marquand Gives the
Slave Trade a Fastidious
Renaissance
The Story. Old even then, a man of fire whose life was dying away, Eliphalet Greer sat in his counting house. All the ships he could see from his window, spreading their intricate rigging against the New England sky, belonged to him. Eliphalet Greer was a lean and pious man; he had an ivory-headed stick and a great gold watch-chain; he wore a suit of black with lace at the wrist and collar; once a week he walked, Bible in hand, through the streets to...
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