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Certain family characteristics were markedly his: the brown hair and the wide gray eyes, which seemed to brood over a woman as though she were the only one to be desired these had belonged to the Ravenel men for generations; but the shape of the head, with its broad brow, the short upper lip and appealing smile, he had from his lady mother, who had been a D'Hauteville, of New Orleans.
I will confess that this coyness surprised and piqued me. Lightly clad as I was, the cold dews of the night would have prevented me from sleeping; but I needed not that to keep me awake. I could not have slept upon a couch of eider. D'Hauteville had generously offered me his cloak, which I declined. He, too, was clad in cottonade and linen though that was not the reason for my declining his offer.
"If I thought my sympathy would have such an effect," replied I, "I should seek Eugenie I should offer her " "There will be a time for that afterward," said D'Hauteville, interrupting me; "your present business is more pressing. You purpose to buy this quadroon?" "I did so this morning. Alas! I have no longer a hope. It will not be in my power." "How much money have these sharpers left you?"
"If we could find it," I said to my companion, "and leave our horses there?" "We may easily do that," was the reply; "though 'tis scarce worth while searching for a thicket the darkness will sufficiently conceal them. Ha! not so Voila l'eclair!" As D'Hauteville spoke, a blue flash lit up the whole canopy of heaven.
My young companion appeared equally occupied with his. The darkening down of the night brought us closer together; and I now unfolded to D'Hauteville the plan which I had proposed to myself. There was not much of plan about it.
As I approached the pawpaw thicket, I walked with lighter tread. I am ashamed to tell the reason. Foul thoughts were in my heart. The murmur of voices fell upon my ear. "By Heaven! D'Hauteville has again got back before me!" I struggled for some moments with my honour. It gave way; and I made my further approach among the pawpaws with the silence of a thief.
I had no longer a hope of finding the horses; and, with despairing step, I turned once more in the direction of the thicket. D'Hauteville had arrived before me. As I approached, the quivering gleam enabled me to distinguish his figure. He was standing beside Aurore. He was conversing familiarly with her. I fancied he was polite to her, and that she seemed pleased.
D'Hauteville agreed with me that this would be the very plan to proceed upon, in case our horses could not be found; and having settled the details, we awaited with less apprehension for the approach of day. Day broke at length. The grey light slowly struggled through the shadowy tree-tops, until it became clear enough to enable us to renew the search.
Once clear of the house, I had scarce thought of a plan of action. That seemed easy enough. Our horses would carry us back to the city. There we might remain concealed, until some friendly ship should bear us from the country. This was all the plan I had conceived, and, having communicated it to D'Hauteville, I awaited his response.
This last order which we received from him appeared to be entirely above suspicion: identical in form and in terms with the previous letters we had had from him." He took a letter out of his pocket-book, and handed it to Juve. "Here is the order, sir; if you think proper you can compare it with similar documents filed in our office in the rue d'Hauteville"; and as Juve was silent, Mr.
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