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
"Summon the girl," said Jaspar, impatiently. "I will say all I have to
say in a few words. But, if she foils you, it is not my fault."
"True sir; but Miss Dumont, at this critical juncture of her affairs,
will have respect for your counsels;" and the attorney withdrew to call
her.
Emily entered the abode of her early years, and the memories of the past
came crowding thick upon her. She seemed to realize that her sorrows
were near an end, but the hope which such a pleasant thought inspired
could not entirely overcome the gloom which the scene around her was
calculated to produce. It was here she had often rambled with her
father, and a thousand trivial incidents presented themselves to remind
her of him.
As she entered the house, she clung to the arm of Vernon, as though she
was entering the abode of evil spirits; for, with all the memories of
the past, she could not forget that the home of her childhood was
inhabited by her inhuman uncle.
She had been but a short time seated in the old, familiar drawing-room,
like a stranger now, when De Guy entered, to request her presence in the
library. She rose, and looked at Vernon, who, understanding the glance,
approached, as if to bear her company.
"This gentleman had better remain here," suggested De Guy.
"I prefer that he should attend me," said Emily, firmly, even while her
heart rose to her throat, at the thought of meeting her uncle.
"But really, madam, his presence would embarrass the business of the
interview."
"He is a friend," stammered Emily, "and is acquainted with all the
circumstances of this affair."
"I will attend her, sir," said Vernon, who had before remained silent.
"Pardon me," said the attorney, looking sharply at Vernon, "but it will
be impossible to transact any business in presence of others."
"Lead on," said Vernon, sternly; "I will attend the lady, in spite of
all objections."
"Sir, you are insolent!" said the attorney, tartly, though without the
loss of his self-possession.
"The gentleman will not in the least retard the business. Pray pass on,"
interposed Emily, fearful of a collision between the parties.
"It is impossible, madam. I must insist that he remain here. Such is Mr.
Dumont's express order."
"Will you say to Mr. Dumont that the lady demands my attendance? Perhaps
he will yield the point," answered Vernon.
"I will see him, but it is useless. I know his views;" and De Guy left
the room.
"Do not hesitate to go with him, Miss Dumont; I will be close at hand;
but no violence will be offered you. I see my father and Captain Carroll
coming up the road," said Vernon, looking out the window. "Yield, if
necessary, and fear nothing."
"Mr. Dumont persists in his purpose of meeting the lady alone," said De
Guy, as he reëntered the drawing-room.
"The lady, in your absence, has concluded to dispense with my
attendance," replied Vernon.
"This way, madam,"--and the attorney, with punctilious politeness, led
the way.
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