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Chapter 84

           TheonceproudPoindexterbeforewhomtwohundredslaveshadtrembledeveryday,everyhouroftheirlives,nowstoodinthepresenceofhismaster!

           True,itwashisownnephew,whohadthepowertohumiliatehimhissister’sson.

           Buttherewasnotmuchinthat,consideringthecharacteroftheman.

           "IwanttotalktoyouaboutLoo,"wastherejoinderofCalhoun.

           ItwastheverysubjectWoodleyPoindexterwouldhaveshunned.Itwassomethinghedreadedtothinkabout,muchlessmakethetopicofdiscourse;andlessstillwithhimwhonowchallengedit.

           Nevertheless,hedidnotbetraysurprise.Hescarcefeltit.Somethingsaidordoneonthedaybeforehadledhimtoanticipatethisrequestforaconversationasalsothenatureofthesubject.

           ThemannerinwhichCalhounintroducedit,didnotdiminishhisuneasiness.Itsoundedmorelikeademandthanarequest.

           "AboutLoo?Whatofher?"heinquired,withassumedcalmness.

           "Well,"saidCalhoun,apparentlyinreluctantutterance,asifshyaboutenteringuponthesubject,orpretendingtobeso,"IIwanted"

           "I’drather,"putintheplanter,takingadvantageoftheother’shesitancy,"I’drathernotspeakofhernow."

           Thiswassaidalmostsupplicatingly.

           "Andwhynotnow,uncle?"askedCalhoun,emboldenedbytheshowofopposition.

           "Youknowmyreasons,nephew?"

           "Well,Iknowthetimeisnotpleasant.PoorHenrymissingsupposedtobeAfterall,hemayturnupyet,andeverythingberightagain."

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