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Chapter 59

           Moreover,thetoneofsolicitationwasabandonedtowardsthecloseoftheepistle;whichterminatedinapositivecommand:"Come,sir!come!"

           Somethingmorethanjealousywasarousedbythereadingofthis.Aspiritofrevengeseemedtodictatethegesturethatfollowed,andthestraysheetwascrushedbetweenthearistocraticfingersintowhichithadfallen.

           "Ah,me!"reflectedshe,intheacerbityofhersoul,"Iseeitallnow.’Tisnotthefirsttimehehasansweredasimilarsummons;notthefirsttheyhavemetonthatsameground,‘thehillabovemyuncle’shouse’slightlydescribed,butwellunderstoodoftvisitedbefore."

           Soonthespiritofvengeancegaveplacetoaprofounddespair.Herhearthaditsembleminthepieceofpaperthatlayatherfeetuponthefloorlikeit,crushedandruined.

           Foratimeshesurrenderedherselftosadmeditation.Wildemotionspassedthroughhermind,suggestingwildresolves.AmongothersshethoughtofherbelovedLouisianaofgoingbacktheretoburyhersecretsorrowinthecloistersoftheSacréCoeur.HadtheCreoleconventbeennear,inthathourofdeepdespondency,shewould,inallprobability,haveforsakenthepaternalhome,andsoughtanasylumwithinitssacredwalls.Inverytruthwasitthedarkestdayofherexistence.Afterlonghoursofwretchednessherspiritbecamecalmer,whileherthoughtsreturnedtoamorerationaltone.Theletterwasre-read;itscontentssubmittedtocarefulconsideration.

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