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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,butwellunderstood—oftvisitedbefore."

           Soonthespiritofvengeancegaveplacetoaprofounddespair.Herhearthaditsembleminthepieceofpaperthatlayatherfeetuponthefloor—likeit,crushedandruined.

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

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