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De Guy smiled. "You do not understand me?" The attorney confessed that he did not. "Nevertheless, go to the jail, and wait their coming. Unlock the doors, and get out of sight. They will enter, like lambs." Jaspar explained a little further, and the attorney took his departure to obey his instructions. At the time appointed, Dalhousie returned to receive Jaspar's reply.
I must be at Baton Rouge to-morrow night, or all my hopes up the river are lost." "And you will return " Vernon reflected, and then replied, "In four days." "That will do. Don't let it be more than four days." "No." "And, Vernon, you had better write to the military lover that the lady is doing well that Jaspar's health is improving, &c. They won't hurry down, then." "A good thought.
Bellew's clear voice answered: "Now, Jaspar, what is it that you want?" The little brown devils leaped up again in Jaspar's face. "You look very pretty to-night!" His wife's lips curled. "I'm much the same as I always was," she said. A violent shudder shook Bellew. He fixed his eyes on the floor a little beyond her to the left; suddenly he raised them. They were quite lifeless.
On Jaspar's countenance were no tell-tale traces of the last night's villany. He looked gloomy and sorrowful. So thoroughly had he schooled himself in hypocrisy for this occasion, that the scene he knew would, in a few minutes, transpire, had no prophetic indications in his features.
Even then De Guy seemed in no haste, and assured his companion the boat would not start without them. But the second bell admonished them that the steamer was already getting under way. The passengers were all on board, and, as they heard in the distance the tinkling of the engineer's bell, they started at a run to reach her. By some accident, De Guy's foot got between Jaspar's legs, and he fell.
This man, Hatchie, had not escaped Jaspar's attention, in the maturing of his plot; but, as in some other of the particulars, he had trusted to the facilities of the moment for the means of silencing him. Being a man, it was not probable he could know much of the events attending the birth of Emily to his prejudice. If it should prove that he did, why, it was an easy thing to get rid of him.
He felt that on his action during the next hour depended the happiness for a lifetime of one whom he had been taught to revere, and whose gentleness and beauty had almost lured him to worship. If the morrow's sun found him in the vicinity of the estate, he would probably fall a victim to Jaspar's policy. What should he do with the will?
The demon of Jaspar's nature displayed itself in the cane-field and in the sugar-house, which Colonel Dumont rarely visited, having intrusted the entire management of the estate to him, his own attention being occupied by the exterior business of the plantation, and by his city possessions.
"I'm scared plum ter death," Mrs. Panel continued. "I want ter foller him at onst. Jaspar's taken the team. I thought maybe you'd hitch up and drive me in this afternoon now." The last word left her lips with a violence that was positively imperative. "Certainly," said Ajax. He turned to leave the room. We neither of us asked a question.
It generated in him a sentiment, if not of malignity, at least of hatred, and from that day he was his brother's enemy. Jaspar's business was gone, and he never allowed his spirit of revenge even to interfere with his interest; so he availed himself of his brother's offer.
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