Jules Durocher had settled, when a young man, as a planter in the island
of Hayti; but, dissatisfied with a planter's life, he had sold his land
in that island, and afterwards removed from Hayti to Kingston, where he
established himself as a merchant. Here he had succeeded in making a
large fortune, when he was but little more than forty years of age.
Having lost his wife, an English lady, whom he had married in Jamaica,
and to whom he was much attached, and his health, which had for many
years seemed to be good, failing at length suddenly from the insidious
and slowly-working effects of the climate, he had determined to retire
from business, to realise his gains, and to pass the remainder of his
days in his native France, with his only child Louise.
He had now so far carried out his intentions as to have converted into
gold and bills of exchange all his large fortune, except the
comparatively small portion which had been required to purchase a cargo
of the native products of Jamaica for the ship he had chartered. So
uncertain, however, are the calculations of men, that now, when the
quietude in which he had long hoped to pass his declining years appeared
almost certain of realisation, his health began rapidly to decline; and
his state was so weak, when the lading of the _Duchess_ was completed,
that he had to be taken from his bed on land and carried to one on board
of the ship. Such was the state of things in which Jules Durocher and
his daughter Louise left their home of many years in Kingston, to
transfer their fortunes to the father's native France.
Louise Durocher was very beautiful; but her beauty was not of the kind
which we generally attribute to French ladies, and which is
characterised by sparkling black eyes, raven-hued tresses, and a
brunette complexion. Her loveliness was a direct antithesis to this
description. Her hair deserved fully the title of "golden" on account
of both its colour and its lustre, and held smoothly round her head by a
plain riband, fell in a mass of rich curls over her shoulders. Her
softly bright eyes, dark, but decidedly and purely blue, exhibited in
every glance a tender heart and an intelligent mind. A soft rose-tinge
upon her cheeks illustrated by a delicate contrast the pearly fairness
of her complexion.
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