Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue: A Tale of the Mississippi and the South-westOptic, Oliver
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Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue: A Tale of the Mississippi and the South-west
Optic, Oliver
African Americans -- Fiction; Enslaved persons -- United States -- Fiction
Dalhousie felt the full weight of Mr. Faxon's rebuke, and acknowledged
the justice of the punishment he had received. Uncle Nathan heard with
astonishment the wickedness of which the uncle of Emily had been guilty,
and his simple New England heart was sorely perplexed by it. He had no
"idea" of such depravity, and he was tempted, even in spite of the
Scripture injunction to the contrary, to "thank God that he was not like
other men."
In the course of the conversation to which the incidents of the evening
had given rise, the honest farmer found an opportunity to broach the
subject of his mission; and the time was occupied, until a late hour, in
discussing the means of doing justice to the injured, in restoring to
Bellevue its rightful mistress.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
"To do a great right, do a little wrong."
SHAKSPEARE.
Emily Dumont remained a close prisoner in the rear apartment of
Maxwell's office. Dido, the old negress, was her only attendant during
her incarceration; for, though the room was supplied with every luxury
the most pampered appetite could desire, her confinement deserved no
better name. She recognized the place, and doubted not she should be
again subjected to the infamous persecution of her old enemy. She
wondered that he had not already presented himself, and concluded he
could not yet have returned from his up-river journey, or he would have
done so. No one visited her but the negress, whose conversation, in her
eagerness to serve the liberal proprietor of the office, was disgusting
to her refined sensibilities. Not oven De Guy came, to give her any
intimation of the nature of the fate which awaited her.
Maxwell's mind, she was satisfied, was fixed upon the possession of her
estates. She could not now entertain the belief which once, in her weak
pity, she had countenanced, that the attorney could _love_ her. O, no!
God forbid that even the human heart can love, and, at the same time,
persecute the object of its affections! It was her estates; and she half
resolved to compromise with her tormentor by yielding him one-half of
her property, on the condition of his restoring the other half, for she
doubted not that he was able to do so. But there was something so
debasing to her sentiment of truth and justice in the fact of
bargaining with so base a man, that she could not conquer her prejudice,
and finally determined to suffer everything rather than succumb to the
villain.
Hope had not yet abandoned her. She had too much confidence in the
omnipresent justice of an overruling Providence to doubt that all would
yet end well.
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