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The tall man in dark whiskers again interfered, and put it at five hundred. The circle backed him, and the dealer at length agreed to give that sum. "Will you take cheques, sir?" he inquired, addressing D'Hauteville, "or do you mean to stake it at one bet?" "At one bet," was the answer. "No, no!" cried several voices, inclined to favour D'Hauteville.
There were women, too, mingled in the crowd seated and standing in every attitude gay and beautiful women, decked out in the finery of fashion, but with a certain braverie of manner that betokened their unfortunate character. D'Hauteville had guessed aright the game was at its height.
"Still further proof of it," continued D'Hauteville. "There was a man on the boat you did not notice him, perhaps an agent for Gayarre in such matters. A negro-trader a fit tool for such a purpose. No doubt his object in coming down to the city is to be present at the sale to bid for the poor girl."
"Yes, that watch and chain are worth more," said a tall dark-whiskered man, who sat near the end of the table. This remark was made in a firm confident tone of voice, that seemed to command Chorley's attention. "I'll look at it again, if you please?" said he, stretching across the table to D'Hauteville, who still held the watch in his hand.
"D'Hauteville and she in close and friendly converse! They stand fronting each other. Their faces almost meet their attitudes betoken a mutual interest. They talk in an earnest tone in the low murmuring of lovers! O God!" At this moment the scene on the wharf-boat flashed on my recollection. I remembered the youth wore a cloak, and that he was of low stature. It was he who was standing before me!
"And now, Monsieur!" said D'Hauteville, after we had discussed the various details, "suppose we fail? suppose some alarm be given, and we be detected before ?" I turned, and looking my young companion full in the face, interrupted him in what he was about to say. "D'Hauteville!" said I, "perhaps, I may never be able to repay your generous friendship.
I am desperate. We must not go farther." "And why not? I, too, have an interest in this affair." "You?" I asked, surprised at the words as well as the tone in which they were spoken. "You an interest?" "Of course," coolly replied my companion. "I love adventure. That gives me an interest. You must permit me to accompany you I must go along with you!" "As you will then, Monsieur D'Hauteville.
In the German quarter, near the Rue d'Hauteville, a couple of German socialists who were so imprudent as to shout "A bas l'armee!" were surrounded by angry Frenchmen, and despite an attempt of the police to protect them, were very roughly handled. A German shoemaker who attempted to charge exaggerated prices for boots had his windows smashed and his stock looted by an infuriated crowd.
I detailed what I had seen at the landing the after conduct of D'Hauteville what I had observed the preceding night what I had just that moment witnessed. I detailed all. I added no reproaches. There was time enough for them when I should receive her answer. It came in the midst of tears. She had known D'Hauteville before that was acknowledged.
Their forms two of them there were were faintly outlined against the yellow surface of the water. Had they been silent, we might have remained in ignorance as to who they were, but their voices betrayed them. They were Larkin and the trader. "Good!" whispered D'Hauteville, as we recognised them; "they have left Gayarre's they are on their way home to the plantation Besancon."
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