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"
Thanks
--
thanks
,
sweet
Isidora
!
"
muttered
the
mustanger
,
as
he
refolded
the
note
,
and
threw
it
carelessly
upon
the
coverlet
of
his
couch
.
"
Ever
grateful
--
considerate
--
kind
!
But
for
Louise
Poindexter
,
I
might
have
loved
you
!
"
Calhoun
,
chafing
in
his
chamber
,
was
not
the
object
of
such
assiduous
solicitude
.
Notwithstanding
the
luxurious
appointments
that
surrounded
him
,
he
could
not
comfort
himself
with
the
reflection
:
that
he
was
cared
for
by
living
creature
.
Truly
selfish
in
his
own
heart
,
he
had
no
faith
in
friendships
;
and
while
confined
to
his
couch
--
not
without
some
fears
that
it
might
be
his
death-bed
--
he
experienced
the
misery
of
a
man
believing
that
no
human
being
cared
a
straw
whether
he
should
live
or
die
.
Any
sympathy
shown
to
him
,
was
upon
the
score
of
relationship
.
It
could
scarce
have
been
otherwise
.
His
conduct
towards
his
cousins
had
not
been
such
as
to
secure
their
esteem
;
while
his
uncle
,
the
proud
Woodley
Poindexter
,
felt
towards
him
something
akin
to
aversion
,
mingled
with
a
subdued
fear
.
It
is
true
that
this
feeling
was
only
of
recent
origin
;
and
rose
out
of
certain
relations
that
existed
between
uncle
and
nephew
.
As
already
hinted
,
they
stood
to
one
another
in
the
relationship
of
debtor
and
creditor
--
or
mortgagor
and
mortgagee
--
the
nephew
being
the
latter
.
To
such
an
extent
had
this
indebtedness
been
carried
,
that
Cassius
Calhoun
was
in
effect
the
real
owner
of
Casa
del
Corvo
;
and
could
at
any
moment
have
proclaimed
himself
its
master
.
Conscious
of
his
power
,
he
had
of
late
been
using
it
to
effect
a
particular
purpose
:
that
is
,
the
securing
for
his
wife
,
the
woman
he
had
long
fiercely
loved
--
his
cousin
Louise
.
He
had
come
to
know
that
he
stood
but
little
chance
of
obtaining
her
consent
:
for
she
had
taken
but
slight
pains
to
conceal
her
indifference
to
his
suit
.
Trusting
to
the
peculiar
influence
established
over
her
father
,
he
had
determined
on
taking
no
slight
denial
.
These
circumstances
considered
,
it
was
not
strange
that
the
ex-officer
of
volunteers
,
when
stretched
upon
a
sick
bed
,
received
less
sympathy
from
his
relatives
than
might
otherwise
have
been
extended
to
him
.
While
dreading
,
death
--
which
for
a
length
of
time
he
actually
did
--
he
had
become
a
little
more
amiable
to
those
around
him
.
The
agreeable
mood
,
however
,
was
of
short
continuance
;
and
,
once
assured
of
recovery
,
all
the
natural
savageness
of
his
disposition
was
restored
,
along
with
the
additional
bitterness
arising
from
his
recent
discomfiture
.
It
had
been
the
pride
of
his
life
to
exhibit
himself
as
a
successful
bully
--
the
master
of
every
crowd
that
might
gather
around
him
.
He
could
no
longer
claim
this
credit
in
Texas
;
and
the
thought
harrowed
his
heart
to
its
very
core
.
To
figure
as
a
defeated
man
before
all
the
women
of
the
settlement
--
above
all
in
the
eyes
of
her
he
adored
,
defeated
by
one
whom
he
suspected
of
being
his
rival
in
her
affections
--
a
more
nameless
adventurer
--
was
too
much
to
be
endured
with
equanimity
.
Even
an
ordinary
man
would
have
been
pained
by
the
infliction
.
Calhoun
writhed
under
it
.
