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Updated: July 15, 2025
She has taken something from her bosom. She is handing it to him! A love-token a gage d'amour! No. I am in error. It is the parchment the paper taken from the desk of the avocat. What does it mean? What mystery is this? Oh! I shall demand a full explanation from both of you. I shall patience, heart! patience! D'Hauteville has taken the papers, and hidden them under his cloak. He turns away.
In his embarrassment he faltered out "I protest against this that paper has been stolen from my bureau, and " "So much the better, Monsieur Gayarre!" said D'Hauteville, again interrupting him; "so much the better! You confess to its being stolen, and therefore you confess to its being genuine.
Some time would be wasted at all events. Even should they form a correct guess as to the fate of the hounds, neither men afoot nor on horseback could penetrate to our hiding-place. They would need boats or canoes. More time would be consumed in bringing these from the river, and perhaps night would be down before this could be effected. On night and D'Hauteville I still had confidence.
Fortunately I was prepared for any journey. The three thousand dollars lent me by D'Hauteville remained intact. With that I could travel to the ends of the earth. I wished that the young Creole had been with me. I wanted his counsel his company. How should I find him? he had not said where we should meet only that he would join me when the sale should be over.
The time had now arrived for unbosoming myself, and half-an-hour after Eugene D'Hauteville knew the story of my love. I confided to him all that had occurred from the time of my leaving New Orleans, up to the period of our meeting upon the Houma. My interview with the banker Brown, and my fruitless search that day for Aurore, were also detailed.
In the moments that followed, I cannot remember exactly how I acted. I ran wildly for the entrance. I looked out into the street. Up and down I glanced with anxious eyes. No D'Hauteville! I rushed back into the hall again through the outer circles of the crowd, in the direction of the rostrum. The bidding had begun.
Either for victim or criminal there is no place of concealment so safe as the crowded haunts of the populous city; and in New Orleans half of which consists of a "floating" population incognito is especially easily to be preserved. My design, therefore and D'Hauteville approved it was to mount our horses, and make direct for the city.
Hearing nothing from her whatever, with the procrastination which was ever one of my great faults, I put off doing anything about the annulment of the marriage until the father of Quantrelle le Rouge wrote me that he had heard of her death as well as that of the child. But before my marriage to Mademoiselle D'Hauteville, I took the precaution to obtain a divorce quietly in Illinois.
The porters had left hurriedly for the rue d'Hauteville and a quarter of an hour went by. The detective had requested the concierge to ask the Madame Aurore to whom she had previously appealed so loudly for help, to take her place temporarily in the lodge. Juve kept Mme. Doulenques upstairs with him partly to get information from her, and partly to prevent her from gossiping downstairs.
I could stifle the foul emotion no longer no longer conceal it. It must have expression in words. I had purposely remained standing with my face averted from her, till D'Hauteville was gone out of sight. Longer, too. I was endeavouring to still the wild throbbings of my breast to affect the calmness of indifference. Vain hypocrisy!
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