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"
There
's
something
strange
in
all
this
,
"
pursued
the
planter
,
as
Pluto
shuffled
out
of
the
sala
.
"
Henry
from
home
;
and
at
night
too
.
Where
can
he
have
gone
?
I
ca
n't
think
of
any
one
he
would
be
visiting
at
such
unseasonable
hours
!
He
must
have
been
out
all
night
,
or
very
early
,
according
to
the
nigger
's
account
!
At
the
Port
,
I
suppose
,
with
those
young
fellows
.
Not
at
the
tavern
,
I
hope
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
!
He
would
n't
go
there
,
"
interposed
Calhoun
,
who
appeared
as
much
mystified
by
the
absence
of
Henry
as
was
Poindexter
himself
.
He
refrained
,
however
,
from
suggesting
any
explanation
,
or
saying
aught
of
the
scenes
to
which
he
had
been
witness
on
the
preceding
night
.
"
It
is
to
be
hoped
he
knows
nothing
of
it
,
"
reflected
the
young
Creole
.
"
If
not
,
it
may
still
remain
a
secret
between
brother
and
myself
.
I
think
I
can
manage
Henry
.
But
why
is
he
still
absent
?
I
've
sate
up
all
night
waiting
for
him
.
He
must
have
overtaken
Maurice
,
and
they
have
fraternised
.
I
hope
so
;
even
though
the
tavern
may
have
been
the
scene
of
their
reconciliation
.
Henry
is
not
much
given
to
dissipation
;
but
after
such
a
burst
of
passion
,
followed
by
his
sudden
repentance
,
he
may
have
strayed
from
his
usual
habits
?
Who
could
blame
him
if
he
has
?
There
can
be
little
harm
in
it
:
since
he
has
gone
astray
in
good
company
?
"
How
far
the
string
of
reflections
might
have
extended
it
is
not
easy
to
say
:
since
it
did
not
reach
its
natural
ending
.
It
was
interrupted
by
the
reappearance
of
Pluto
;
whose
important
air
,
as
he
re-entered
the
room
,
proclaimed
him
the
bearer
of
eventful
tidings
.
"
Well
!
"
cried
his
master
,
without
waiting
for
him
to
speak
,
"
is
he
there
?
"
"
No
,
Mass
'
Woodley
,
"
replied
the
black
,
in
a
voice
that
betrayed
a
large
measure
of
emotion
,
"
he
are
not
dar
--
Massa
Henry
am
not
.
But
--
but
,
"
he
hesitatingly
continued
,
"
dis
chile
grieb
to
say
dat
--
dat
--
him
hoss
am
dar
.
"
"
His
horse
there
!
Not
in
his
sleeping-room
,
I
suppose
?
"
"
No
,
massa
;
nor
in
de
'
table
neider
;
but
out
da
,
by
de
big
gate
.
"
