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
"She is safe, though, unfortunately, at present in bad hands;" and Henry
related to the astonished minister the events of Emily's history since
her departure from Bellevue, not concealing even the details of his
present relations with her.
"And now, my dear sir," said he, rising to depart, "the crisis has come.
Dr. Vaudelier waits close by, and we are ready to witness the denouement
of this climax of plots. It is already time for Jerome and Emily to
arrive, and we desire your immediate presence at the mansion-house."
"I will attend you. But I have in the house several friends of Miss
Dumont--"
"Bring them all with you," interrupted Henry, looking at his watch.
"The more witnesses the better, especially if they be friends."
"But wait till I tell you who they are."
"Excuse me, Mr. Faxon, I must not tarry longer. I will meet them at the
mansion."
CHAPTER XXX.
"What devil's here, dragging the dead to life,
To overthrow me?"
"Who art thou?
Speak! speak!"
"The features all are changed,
But the voice grows familiar on my ears."
LOVELL
Jaspar Dumont was seated in the library. The ravages of care and vice
were growing more plainly visible on his face. His countenance was
haggard, and his complexion seemed to be a struggle between the wanness
of care and the redness of intemperance.
Near him sat De Guy, who had but just arrived.
"The lady has come," said the attorney, adjusting his green spectacles;
"and I am here to claim the fulfilment of our contract."
Jaspar looked up from the floor, upon which his eyes had been fastened,
and gazed with a fixed stare upon his companion.
"You do not understand me," insinuated De Guy.
"I do," said Jaspar, sternly; "I do; you have come to plunder me."
"You do me injustice, my kind friend; I come to save you from the doom
of a felon."
"To put your foot upon my neck, and leap out of the pit your villany has
dug!"
"Very well, my dear sir, if you are of this mind, my course is plain.
Did you not agree to this arrangement?" said De Guy, with a smile, which
was meant to soften the hard question.
"True, I did," replied Jaspar, with a whining sullenness. "What would
you have of me now?"
"Only that you fulfil the stipulations of the bargain."
"Can I fulfil them? Can I marry you, even if the girl were willing?"
"You can give your commands. Will she not obey them?"
"Fool if she does!" muttered Jaspar, in a low tone.
"She will be so glad to be restored to her home, I fancy she will not
think the terms are hard."
"I don't know," said Jaspar, eying the attorney from head to foot. "I
consent to the marriage. I can do no more."
"Perhaps you will be willing to use a little gentle force, to save your
own neck," said the attorney, with something like a sneer.
"Anything, anything, that will silence your damning tongue, and rid me
of your teasing!"
"Now, sir, you are reasonable."
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