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"What business have you here, Sir?" was his first intelligible question. "I need not ask the same of you, Monsieur Dominique Gayarre. Your business I can tell well enough ha! ha! ha!" "I ask you, Sir," he repeated, in a still angrier tone, "what's your business here?" "I did not come here on business, Monsieur," said I, still keeping up the tone of levity.
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Far different were my suspicions when I found the voice belonged to Gayarre. He had power not only over the slave, but the mistress as well. Though suitor, as I still believed him, of Mademoiselle, he could not be blind to the superior charms of Aurore. Hideous wretch as I thought him, he might for all be sensible to love. The plainest may have a passion for the fairest. The Beast loved Beauty.
My driver, who had already been instructed, gave the whip to his hack, and followed, keeping a short distance in the rear. It was not till we had traversed the long street of Tehoupitoulas, through the Faubourg Marigny, and were some distance upon the road to the suburban village of Lafayette, that I thought of where I was going. My sole idea had been to keep in sight the carriage of Gayarre.
The thought seemed to have summoned him; for at that moment the good doctor entered the room, and became the confidant of my wishes. I had not misjudged him. His purse lay open upon the table; and I became his debtor for as much of its contents as I stood in need of. "Very strange!" said he, "this desire of hurrying you off on the part of Monsieur Gayarre.
But, indeed, since the hour when I first heard of the bankruptcy, my thoughts had been running too wildly to permit me to reflect calmly upon anything. Now it was clear. It was no longer a conjecture; most certainly, Gayarre would become the master of Aurore. Ere another night her body would be his property. Her soul Oh, God! Am I awake? do I dream?
I noticed no change in her manner during the interview. The same kindness the same interest in my recovery the same solicitude about the little arrangements of my food and attendance, were shown by her up to the last moment. She evidently contemplated no change so sudden as that proposed by Gayarre.
Gayarre having gone through the formula of the oath, proceeded with his plaint in true lawyer style. I need not follow the circumlocution of legal phraseology. Suffice it to say, that there were several counts in his indictment.
Gayarre no doubt had a use for him, else he would not have been there. He knew me now, and was not likely soon to forget me. Would he seek revenge? Beyond doubt he would, but I fancied it would be by some base underhand means. I had no fear that he would again attack me openly, at least by himself. I felt quite sure that I had conquered, and encowardiced him. I had encountered his like before.
When the lightning flashed again, we had entered the thicket. Dismounting in its midst, we hastily tied our bridles to the branches; and then, leaving our horses to themselves, we returned towards the open ground. Ten minutes' walking enabled us to regain the zigzag railing that shut in the plantation of Gayarre.
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