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Chapter 32

           Whocandescribethesweetnessofsuchembrace—strangetosay,sweeterfrombeingstolen?Whocanpaintthedeliciousemotionsexperiencedatsuchamoment—toosacredtobetouchedbythepen?

           Itisonlyafterlongthroesofpleasurehadpassed,andthelovershadbeguntoconverseinthemoresoberlanguageoflife,thatitbecomesproper,orevenpossibletoreportthem.

           Thusdidtheyspeaktoeachother,theladytakingtheinitiative:—

           "To-morrownightyouwillmeetmeagain—to-morrownight,dearestMaurice?"

           "To-morrow,andto-morrow,andto-morrow,—ifIwerefreetosaytheword."

           "Andwhynot?Whyareyounotfreetosayit?"

           "To-morrow,bybreakofday,IamofffortheAlamo."

           "Indeed!Isitimperativeyoushouldgo?"

           Theinterrogatorywasputinatonethatbetrayeddispleasure.AvisionofasinisterkindalwayscamebeforethemindofLouisePoindexteratmentionofthelonehutontheAlamo.

           Andwhy?Ithadaffordedherhospitality.Onewouldsupposethathervisittoitcouldscarcefailtobeoneofthepleasantestrecollectionsofherlife.Andyetitwasnot!

           "Ihaveexcellentreasonsforgoing,"wasthereplyshereceived.

           "Excellentreasons!Doyouexpecttomeetanyonethere?"

           "MyfollowerPhelim—nooneelse.Ihopethepoorfellowisstillabovethegrass.Isenthimoutabouttendaysago—beforetherewasanytidingsoftheseIndiantroubles."

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