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Updated: June 22, 2025
"A quadroon and claiming to have once lived here? Who could that be?" "A servant slave of Le Gaire's." "Oh, yes! Charles. I remember now he ran away." Somehow she seemed more like the Billie of old now, and I went on with greater confidence, barely touching on my sudden determination to prevent her wedding, the capture of the house, and our subsequent conversation together.
I watched him cross to the door, knock, and enter. There was a narrow settee against the wall, and I sat down upon it, to think and to wait for Hardy's return. Eager as I was to discover the cause of Le Gaire's death, yet it seemed almost more important that Billie be brought to an understanding of conditions.
He believed he had me completely deceived, that I entertained no suspicion he had also recognized me, and that therefore he could play me a sharp trick. I was not sure, for the man acted his part rarely well, only that I knew it was not in Le Gaire's nature to be so excessively polite. What was his game, I wondered, gripping my musket with both hands, my eyes following his every motion.
I had almost forgotten what might be occurring within, until aroused by the sound of Le Gaire's voice. He certainly looked a handsome fellow, standing there with hand still on the knob of the door, dressed in a new uniform tailored to perfection, his lips and eyes smiling pleasantly, never suspecting the reason for which he was summoned. "What is it, Billie?" he asked easily. "A last word, hey?"
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