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Chapter 12

           MayIhaveyourpermissiontointroducethisHibernianfashionintothesettlementsofTexas?"

           "Certainly,byallmeans!"respondedseveralvoices,twoorthreeofthemunmistakablywithanIrishaccentuation.

           "Oh,certainly,MrGerald!"repliedtheplanter,hisconservatismgivingwaytothepopularwill—"asyoupleaseaboutthat."

           "Thanks,gentlemen—thanks!"saidthemustanger,withapatronisinglooktowardsmenwhobelievedthemselvestobehismasters."Thismustangismyluckpenny;andifMissPoindexterwillcondescendtoacceptofit,Ishallfeelmorethanrepaidforthethreedays’chasewhichthecreaturehascostme.Hadshebeenthemostcruelofcoquettes,shecouldscarcehavebeenmoredifficulttosubdue."

           "Iacceptyourgift,sir;andwithgratitude,"respondedtheyoungCreole—forthefirsttimeprominentlyproclaimingherself,andsteppingfreelyforthasshespoke."ButIhaveafancy,"shecontinued,pointingtothemustang—atthesametimethathereyerestedinquiringlyonthecountenanceofthemustanger—"afancythatyourcaptiveisnotyettamed?Shebuttremblesinfearoftheunknownfuture.Shemayyetkickagainstthetraces,ifshefindtheharnessnottoherliking;andthenwhatamItodo—poorI?"

           "True,Maurice!"saidthemajor,widelymistakenastothemeaningofthemysteriousspeech,andaddressingtheonlymanonthegroundwhocouldpossiblyhavecomprehendedit;"MissPoindexterspeaksverysensibly.Thatmustanghasnotbeentamedyet—anyonemayseeit.

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