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Chapter 84

           Damn!

           "It’snousecryingoverspiltmilk.She’smettheman,andthere’sanendofit.She’llnevermeethimagain,andthat’sanotherendofitexceptshemeethiminheaven.Well;thatwilldependuponherself.

           "Idon’tthinkanythinghashappenedbetweenthem.She’snotthesortforthat,withallherwildness;anditmaybewhatthatyellowwenchtellsmeonlygratitude.No,no,no!Itcan’tbe.Gratitudedon’tgetoutofitsbedinthemiddleofthenighttokeepappointmentsatthebottomofagarden?Sheloveshimsheloveshim!Letherloveandbedamned!Sheshallneverhavehim.Sheshallneverseehimagain,unlesssheproveobstinate;andthenitwillbebuttocondemnhim.Awordfromher,andhe’sahangedman.

           "Sheshallspeakit,ifshedon’tsaythatotherword,I’vetwiceaskedherfor.Thethirdtimewillbethelast.Onemorerefusal,andIshowmyhand.NotonlyshallthisIrishadventurermeethisdoom;butsheshallbehiscondemner;andtheplantation,house,niggers,everything.Ah!uncleWoodley;Iwantedtoseeyou."

           Thesoliloquyabovereportedtookplaceinachamber,tenantedonlybyCassiusCalhoun.

           ItwasWoodleyPoindexterwhointerruptedit.Sad,silent,strayingthroughthecorridorsofCasadelCorvo,hehadenteredtheapartmentusuallyoccupiedbyhisnephewmorebychancethanfromanypremeditatedpurpose.

           "Wantme!Forwhat,nephew?"

           Therewasatoneofhumility,almostobeisance,inthespeechofthebrokenman.

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