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Updated: July 16, 2025
I fancied the crowd I had seen were but planters, or people of the town hurriedly brought together by Gayarre and his friends. I fancied they might not have much skill in tracking, and that my simple trick might be sufficient to mislead them.
They were but a few feet from the window! Gayarre was speaking. "And does this young fellow dare to make love to your mistress?" "Monsieur Dominique, how should I know? I am sure I never saw aught of the kind. He is very modest, and so Mademoiselle thinks him. I never knew him to speak one word of love, not he." I fancied I heard a sigh.
"I fear there is no hope that he who buys her will be willing to sell her again." "And why? Will not a large sum ?" "No no I fear that he who buys will not give her up again, at any price." "Ha! Why do you think so, Monsieur D'Hauteville." "I have my suspicion that a certain individual designs " "Who?" "Monsieur Dominique Gayarre." "Oh! heavens! Gayarre! Gayarre!"
You shall be free; no longer the slave of a capricious mistress " "Monsieur Gayarre!" exclaimed the quadroon, interrupting him, "speak not so of Mademoiselle! You wrong her, Monsieur. She is not capricious. What if she heard " "Peste!" cried Gayarre, interrupting in his turn, and again assuming his tone of bravado. "What care I if she did? Think you I trouble my head about her?
I have grown to esteem this man particularly since I made the discovery that he is not a friend of Gayarre. He is not his medical attendant either. There is another medico in the village, who has charge of Monsieur Dominique and his blacks, as also the slaves of the Besancon plantation. The latter chanced to be out of the way, and so Reigart was called to me.
It was too dark to traverse this path without difficulty and loss of time. We therefore clung to the road, intending to leave it when we should arrive opposite the plantation of Gayarre. Between the two plantations a wagon-road for wood-hauling led to the forest. It was this road I intended to take.
It confirms, too, my suspicions in regard to the young Creole, that there is a cloud upon the horizon of her future, darker than any that has shadowed her past darker even than that produced by the memory of Antoine! July 28th. Gayarre has been here to-day at the house, I mean. In fact, he visits Mademoiselle nearly every day; but Scipio tells me something new and strange.
A loud huzza broke out in which all joined, excepting Gayarre and his two or three ruffian adherents. I felt that I was free. The conditions had suddenly changed, and the plaintiff had taken the place of the defendant.
Once or twice I had almost determined to spring forward, dash aside the sash, and strike the ruffian to the floor. Thanks to the prudent interference of my companion, I restrained myself. The scene ended by Gayarre going out of the room indignant, but somewhat crest-fallen.
A like thought seemed to occur to Gayarre, upon whom, however, it made a very different sort of impression. There was irony mixed with anger in his reply, which was half interrogative. "Perhaps it would grieve some one else? Perhaps you? All, indeed! Is it so? You love him? Sacr-r-r-r!"
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