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We heard from him a few days ago. He was then in Indiana, and as he said nothing about Mr. Wilmot, I presume he has not heard of his death." Just as she had finished speaking, the dogs set up a great barking, and the negroes uttered the joyful cry of "Marster’s come! Marster’s come!"
Lacey, "I do not wish to ride, but I want you to go to the post office and back immediately; remember now, and not stop to gossip." "Certainly not," said the negro. "When marster’s in a hurry, Rondeau is never foolin’ away time." "And don’t stop more than an hour in the kitchen to talk to Leffie. Do you understand?" continued the doctor.
Running hastily up the steps, she rang the bell, which was answered by a female domestic, who was too old and too infirm to attend the funeral. Kate accosted her by saying, "Does Mr. Wilmot live here?" The old lady replied by lifting up her hand and exclaiming, while the tears coursed their way down her cheeks, "Lord bless me if it isn’t young marster’s sister."
Middleton had not returned and as it was doubtful whether he came at all that night, Julia went into the kitchen for Luce, to show Mr. Wilmot to his room. She was gone some time, and when she returned was accompanied by a bright-looking mulatto girl, who, as soon as she had conducted Mr. Wilmot into his room, commenced making excuses about "marster’s old house!
Leffie now proposed that her mother should defer her intended flight until the arrival of the dreaded Julia, while Rondeau added, "Besides, Dilsey, if you should run away your delicate body couldn’t get further than the swamp, where you’d go in up to your neck first lunge, and all marster’s horses couldn’t draw you out."
His confidence in her was not misplaced, for from morning till night she was faithful to her trust, and woe to any luckless woolly head who was found wasting "marster’s" sweetmeats and pickles.
The servants, however, were too well trained to manifest any open disrespect, for they knew she was "marster’s guest," and as such was entitled to every possible attention. When first she arrived Dr. Lacey felt exceedingly uncomfortable, for her presence constantly reminded him of the past, and his reminiscences of Julia were not particularly pleasant.
The letter was accordingly put in his pocket, and in a few moments he rejoined his master and Mr. Middleton. The next day they returned home. Rondeau’s first act was to draw Leffie aside, and after winning from her various strong promises of secrecy, he imparted to her the astounding fact that, "He had found one of marster’s letters in his trousers—no, his coat pocket.
"I begs marster’s pardon berry much," said the negro, "but you see how I done toted all the taters you told me, and missis she ’vise me to ride Prince a leetle, ’case he’s gettin’ oneasy like when Miss Carline rides him." "Likely story," said Mr. Edson; "but for once you are in the way when I want you. You know where Mr. Middleton lives?" "Yes, marster, reckon I does."
After examining all the letters closely, Rondeau came to the conclusion that the right one wasn’t there, and he thought, "Well, Leffie’ll be glad, and marster’ll be sorry, and hang me if I ain’t sorry too, for marster’s a plaguey fine chap, and desarves anybody there is in Kentucky." Meanwhile Dr.
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