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"There is the peril that the new master will abandon the blunderer for the insult, and there is the peril that the old one will destroy him for the sacrilege!" At this moment the door behind Zindorf opened, and the young girl entered. She was excited and her eyes danced. "Oh!" she said, "people are coming on every road!"
The big man now confronted the young blood with decision. "Mr. Lucian Morrow," he said, "if you are finished with your fool talk, I will bid you good morning. I have decided not to sell the girl." The face of Morrow changed. His voice wheedled in an anxious note. "Not sell her, Zindorf!" he echoed. "Why man, you have promised her to me all along.
An elastic legal note of an assignment that you can stretch to include this girl along with the half-dozen other slaves that you have on hand here; and I offer you ten thousand dollars for the girl alone!" One could see how the repetition of the sum in gold affected Zindorf. He had the love of money in that dominating control that the Apostle spoke of.
She looked, my father said, like a painted picture, her dark Castilian beauty illumined by the pleasure in her interpretation of events. She thought the countryside assembled after the manner of my father to express its felicitations. Zindorf crossed in great strides to the window: Mr.
It burned, but the stone walls could not burn; they remained overgrown with creeper. Then, finally, old Wellington Monroe built a house into the walls for the young wife he was about to marry, but he went to the coffin instead of the bride-bed, and the house stood empty. It fell into the courts with the whole of Monroe's tangled business and finally Zindorf gets it at a sheriff's sale."
The very clothes he wore, somber, wool-threaded homespun, crudely patched, reminded one of the coarse fabrics that monks affect for their abasement. But one saw, when one remembered the characteristic of the man, that they represented here only an extremity of avarice. Zindorf looked coldly at his guest. "Mr. Lucian Morrow," he said, "you will go on, and my price will go on!"
And Lucian Morrow, shaken and sober, cried out in the extremity of fear: "In God's name, Pendleton, what do you mean; Zindorf, using a sign of God in the service of the devil."
"What I believe," he said, "is neither the concern of you nor another." He paused with an oath. "Whatever you may believe, Zindorf," replied my father, "the sound of that bell is unquestionably a sign of death." He pointed toward the distant wood. "In the edge of the forest yonder is the ancient church that the people built to replace the burned one here.
My father went over and sat down at the table. He took a faded silk envelope out of his, coat, and laid it down before him. Then he answered Zindorf. "There will be no sale," he said. Mr. Lucian Morrow interrupted. "And why no sale, Sir?" "Because there is no slave to sell," replied my father. "This girl is not the daughter of the octoroon woman, Suzanne." Zindorf's big jaws tightened.
And here was a thing for the little dexterities of a lawyer's clerk. Everybody in Virginia, who knew my father, can realize how he was apt to meet the vague message of Zindorf that got him in this house, and the patronizing courtesies of Mr. Lucian Morrow.
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