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Chapter 2

           "Youaremycousin,"shecontinued,inatonethatcontrastedstrangelywiththelevityshehadalreadyexhibited,"butyouarenothingmore—nothingmore—CaptainCassiusCalhoun!Youhavenoclaimtobemycounsellor.ThereisbutonefromwhomIamindutyboundtotakeadvice,orbearreproach.Ithereforebegofyou,MasterCash,thatyouwillnotagainpresumetorepeatsuchsentiments—asthoseyouhavejustfavouredmewith.Ishallremainmistressofmyownthoughts—andactions,too—tillIhavefoundamasterwhocancontrolthem.Itisnotyou!"

           Havingdeliveredthisspeech,witheyesflashing—halfangrily,halfcontemptuously—uponhercousin,theyoungCreoleoncemorethrewherselfbackuponthecushionsofthecarriole.

           Theclosingcurtainsadmonishedtheex-officer,thatfurtherconversationwasnotdesired.

           Quailingunderthelashofindignantinnocence,hewasonlytoohappytoheartheloud"gee-on"oftheteamsters,asthewaggonscommencedmovingoverthesombresurface—notmoresombrethanhisownthoughts.

           

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