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"
Him
as
dey
be
gone
sarch
for
--
him
dat
--
"
"
I
see
no
one
.
"
"
Ho
,
ho
!
He
jess
gone
in
'm
ong
de
tree
.
See
yonner
--
yonner
!
You
see
de
black
glaze
hat
,
de
shinin
'
jacket
ob
velvet
,
an
de
glancin
'
silver
buttons
--
dat
's
him
.
I
sartin
sure
dat
's
de
same
young
fella
.
"
"
You
may
be
mistaken
for
all
that
,
Master
Pluto
.
There
are
many
here
who
dress
in
that
fashion
.
The
distance
is
too
great
for
you
to
distinguish
;
and
now
that
he
's
almost
out
of
sight
--
Never
mind
,
Florinde
.
Hasten
below
--
get
out
my
hat
and
habit
.
I
'm
going
out
for
a
ride
.
You
,
Pluto
!
have
the
saddle
on
Luna
in
the
shortest
time
.
I
must
not
let
the
sun
get
too
high
.
Haste
!
haste
!
"
As
the
servants
disappeared
down
the
stairway
,
she
turned
once
more
towards
the
parapet
,
her
bosom
heaving
under
the
revulsion
of
thoughts
.
Unobserved
she
could
now
freely
scan
the
prairie
and
chapparal
.
She
was
too
late
.
The
horseman
had
ridden
entirely
out
of
sight
.
"
It
was
very
like
him
,
and
yet
it
was
not
.
It
can
scarce
be
possible
.
If
it
be
he
,
why
should
he
be
going
that
way
?
"
A
new
pang
passed
through
her
bosom
.
She
remembered
once
before
having
asked
herself
the
same
question
.
She
no
longer
stayed
upon
the
azotea
to
watch
the
road
.
In
ten
minutes
'
time
she
was
across
the
river
,
entering
the
chapparal
where
the
horseman
had
disappeared
.
