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Chapter 12

           "Ifitbetheyoungfellowyouhavenamed,that’snotunlikely,"repliedtheownerofCasadelCorvo."Ibargainedwithhimtocatchmeascoreortwo;andmaybethisisthefirstinstalmenthe’sbringingme."

           "Yes,Ithinkitis,"headded,afteralookthroughthetelescope.

           "Iamsureofit,"saidtheplanter’sson."IcantellthehorsemanyondertobeMauriceGerald."

           Theplanter’sdaughtercouldhavedonethesame;thoughshemadenodisplayofherknowledge.Shedidnotappeartobemuchinterestedinthematterindeed,ratherindifferent.Shehadbecomeawareofbeingwatchedbythatevileye,constantlyburninguponher.

           Thecavalladacameup,Mauricesittinghandsomelyonhishorse,withthespottedmareattheendofhislazo.

           "Whatabeautifulcreature!"exclaimedseveralvoices,asthecapturedmustangwasledupinfrontofthehouse,quiveringwithexcitementatascenesonewtoit.

           "It’sworthajourneytothegroundtolookatsuchananimal!"suggestedthemajor’swife,aladyofenthusiasticinclinings."Iproposeweallgodown!Whatsayyou,MissPoindexter?"

           "Oh,certainly,"answeredthemistressofthemansion,amidstachorusofothervoicescryingout

           "Letusgodown!Letusgodown!"

           Ledbythemajoress,theladiesfileddownthestonestairwaythegentlemenafter;andinascoreofsecondsthehorse-hunter,stillseatedinhissaddle,became,withhiscaptive,thecentreofthedistinguishedcircle.

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