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Updated: June 11, 2025
During the last three days of the storm, Clotelle had been so unwell as to be unable to raise her head. Her pale face and quivering lips and languid appearance made her look as if every pulsation had ceased. Her magnificent large and soft eyes, fringed with lashes as dark as night, gave her an angelic appearance.
Her pulse seemed to quicken, but her face alternately flushed and turned pale, and tears trembled upon her eyelids. It was a name she had heard her mother mention, and it brought to her memory those days, those happy days, when she was so loved and caressed. This young woman was Clotelle, the granddaughter of Agnes.
The unequalled beauty of Clotelle had dazzled his eyes, and every look that she gave was a dagger that went to his heart. He felt a shortness of breath, his heart palpitated, his head grew dizzy, and his limbs trembled; but he knew not its cause. This was the first stage of "love at first sight." He who bows to the shrine of beauty when beckoned by this mysterious agent seldom regrets it.
Jerome is caught and is once more in the hands of his master, while the other poor fellow finds a watery grave. They return, and the preacher sends his slave to jail. In vain did Georgiana try to console Clotelle, when the latter heard, through one of the other slaves, that Mr. Wilson had started with the dogs in pursuit of Jerome.
"I saw her, last night, when removing some books, open one and stand over it a moment as if she was reading; and she is as white as I am. I almost sorry you bought her." At this juncture the front door-bell rang, and Clotelle hurried through the room to answer it. "Miss Morton," said the servant as she returned to the mistress' room. "Ask her to walk in," responded the mistress.
When they had given vent to their feelings and sufficiently recovered their presence of mind, they resumed their seats. "How did you find out my name and address?" inquired Jerome. "After you had left the grave-yard," replied Clotelle, "our little boy said, 'Oh, mamma! if there ain't a book! I opened the book, and saw your name written in it, and also found a card of the Hotel de Leon.
The muscles around her faultless mouth became convulsed, she gasped for breath, and exclaiming, "Is it possible that man can be so false!" again fainted. Clotelle stood and bathed her mother's temples with cold water until she once more revived.
As Gertrude had borne him no children, it was but natural, that he should now feel his love centering in Clotelle, and he now intimated to his wife his determination to remove his daughter from the hands of his mother-in-law. When this news reached Mrs.
Instead of finding fault with the unfrequent visits of Henry, Isabella always met him with a smile, and tried to make both him and herself believe that business was the cause of his negligence. When he was with her, she devoted every moment of her time to him, and never failed to speak of the growth and increasing intelligence of Clotelle.
Taylor could not go at once, it was determined that his wife should leave without him, accompanied by her new maid-servant. Just as Mrs. Taylor and Clotelle were stepping into the carriage, they were informed that Dr. Morton was down with the epidemic. It was a beautiful day, with a fine breeze for the time of year, that Mrs.
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