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Gayarre, too, was in my dreams; and the ruffian overseer, and Scipio, and the mild face of Reigart, and what I could remember of the good Antoine. Even the unfortunate Captain of the boat, the boat herself, the Magnolia, and the scene of the wreck all were reproduced with a painful distinctness! But my visions were not all of a painful character. Some were the very opposite scenes of bliss.
"Stop, Monsieur Gayarre!" continued the inexorable D'Hauteville, "I have not done with you yet. Here, Justice Claiborne! I have another document that may interest you. Will you have the goodness to give it your attention?" Saying this, the speaker held out a second folded parchment, which was handed to the magistrate who, as before, opened the document and read it aloud.
Besides, Monsieur, bad as may be this man, he dare not for the sake of his character act as you have suggested. He is a thorough hypocrite, and, with all his wickedness, wishes to stand well before the world. There are many who believe Gayarre a good man! He dare not act openly in this villainous design, and will not appear in it.
At present it is as much mine as yours; and I promise you, that if you are not out of it in ten seconds you shall have my whip laid with severity upon your shoulders." I said all this in a tone sufficiently moderate, and in cool blood. Gayarre must have seen that I meant it, for I did mean it. "You shall pay dearly for this," he hissed out. "You shall find that this is not the country for a spy."
You know who has the power to make you free: ay, and the will too, the will, Aurore!" "Please not to talk thus, Monsieur Dominique! I have said before I cannot listen to such speech. I repeat I cannot, and will not!" The firm tone was grateful to my ears. "Nay, lovely Aurore!" replied Gayarre, entreatingly, "don't be angry with me! I cannot help it. I cannot help thinking of your welfare.
I fancied Scipio knew something more about this man some definite matter that he did not like to talk about. It was natural enough, considering our recent acquaintance. I could see that he had a strong dislike towards Gayarre. Did he found it on some actual knowledge of the latter, or was it instinct a principle strongly developed in these poor slaves, who are not permitted to reason?
Eugenie still preserved the air of melancholy, that now appeared to have settled upon her. Sometimes she was even sad, at no time cheerful. As I was not made the confidant of her sorrows, I could only guess at the cause. Gayarre, of course, I believed to be the fiend. Of him I had learnt little. He shunned me on the road, or in the fields; and upon his grounds I never trespassed.
What to me would have been kindly weather? Anything a rain-storm a tempest a hurricane anything but a fine night was what I desired. It was still early when we reached the plantation Besancon not quite midnight. We had lost no time on the road. Our object in hurrying forward was to arrive at the place before the household of Gayarre should go to rest.
In what, to us, seems somewhat inflated language, but which is, however, quite simple and natural to the Spaniard, the writer began his notice thus: "He who has heard the magic oratory of Castelar, has listened to the singing of Gayarre, the declamation of Cabro, has read Zorilla, and witnessed the torear of Lagartijo, may say, without any kind of reservation, that there is nothing left for him to admire!"
A rail-fence was nothing to either of us now; so heading round, I cleared a couple of palings; and then striking across a cotton-field arrived once more on the Levee road. After a while, as soon as I had cooled down my horse, I rode slowly, reflecting upon what had just happened. It was evident that this ruffian had been put upon the plantation by Gayarre for some secret purpose.
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