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For at the river-bank the four negroes had divided by couples and gone opposite ways. "Call them back!" I urged. "Blow your horn!" But I was ignored. "I'm wondering," he lightly said, "what public enormity of to-day the next generation will be as amazed at as we are at this." "Ah," Mme. Castanado responded, "never mine! Tha'z but the moral! Aline and me we are insane for the story to finizh!"
And by reason that she's kep' that from her mother sinze the firz', she say tell not Mme. Alexandre but Mme. Castanado, even when mademoiselle say if Mme. Castanado then also monsieur; biccause madame she'll certainly make that condition, and biccause monsieur he can assist her to commenze that whole businezz over, French way.
Maybe that was where they were unlike Mlle. Aline. But she was not there, to perceive these things, nor her aunts, to be seen and estimated. The evening's outcome could be but inconclusive, but it was a happy beginning. Its most significant part was a brief talk following the mention of the Castanado soldier-boy's engagement.
Aline, and none of them know that I know egcep' those Castanado'. "Well! sinze chilehood those three Mélanie, De l'Isle, Dubroca, they are playmate' together, and Dubroca he's always call' Mélanie his swit-heart. But De l'Isle, no.
Castanado had laid her hands tightly to her face. Yet now she smilingly dropped them, saying: "Seraphine Marcel please to pazz around that cake an' wine. Well, I su'pose there are yet in the worl' in Afrique Asia even Europe several kin' of cuztom mo' wicked than that. And still I'm sorry that ever tranzpire. But, Mr. Chezter, if you'll resume?" Hardy's incitements were no longer whispers.
Alexandre, but with a son, not daughter, in love. The door-bell rang. Castanado went down to the street. There, letting in a visitor, he spoke with such animation that madame, listening from her special seat, guessed, and before the two were half up-stairs knew, who it was. It was Mélanie Alexandre.
And the same with Dubroca and with Castanado Ducatel he's different he's come into that antique businezz by his mizfortune and he's oh, he's all right only he's not of the same inspiration to be of that li'l' clique. He's up-town Creole and with the up-town Creole mind. And those De l'Isle' they also got a son, and Mme.
Corinne and Yvonne, dingy even by starlight, were in one of them Conti. Now they turned into Royal, and after them turned Chester and Aline. Presently the four entered the parlor of the Castanados. Their coming made its group eleven, and all being seated Castanado rose. After the proper compliments "They were called," he said, "to receive " "And discuss," Chester put in.
But guess who helped grandpère do that." "Why, do I know him? Castanado." The girl shook her head. "Who? Beloiseau?" "Ah, you! You can guess better." "Ovide Lan' no, Ovide was still a slave." "Yet more free than most free negroes. 'Twas he. He was janitor to offices in the hotel, and always making acquaintance with the slaves of the slave-mart.
"When my father he was yet a boy, fo'teen, fiv'teen, those Lefevre' they rent' to the grand-mère of both Castanado and Dubroca, turn ab-out, a li'l' slave girl so near white you coul'n' see she's black!
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