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Moreover
,
the
tone
of
solicitation
was
abandoned
towards
the
close
of
the
epistle
;
which
terminated
in
a
positive
command
:
"
Come
,
sir
!
come
!
"
Something
more
than
jealousy
was
aroused
by
the
reading
of
this
.
A
spirit
of
revenge
seemed
to
dictate
the
gesture
that
followed
,
--
and
the
stray
sheet
was
crushed
between
the
aristocratic
fingers
into
which
it
had
fallen
.
"
Ah
,
me
!
"
reflected
she
,
in
the
acerbity
of
her
soul
,
"
I
see
it
all
now
.
'
Tis
not
the
first
time
he
has
answered
a
similar
summons
;
not
the
first
they
have
met
on
that
same
ground
,
'
the
hill
above
my
uncle
's
house
'
--
slightly
described
,
but
well
understood
--
oft
visited
before
.
"
Soon
the
spirit
of
vengeance
gave
place
to
a
profound
despair
.
Her
heart
had
its
emblem
in
the
piece
of
paper
that
lay
at
her
feet
upon
the
floor
--
like
it
,
crushed
and
ruined
.
For
a
time
she
surrendered
herself
to
sad
meditation
.
Wild
emotions
passed
through
her
mind
,
suggesting
wild
resolves
.
Among
others
she
thought
of
her
beloved
Louisiana
--
of
going
back
there
to
bury
her
secret
sorrow
in
the
cloisters
of
the
Sacré
Coeur
.
Had
the
Creole
convent
been
near
,
in
that
hour
of
deep
despondency
,
she
would
,
in
all
probability
,
have
forsaken
the
paternal
home
,
and
sought
an
asylum
within
its
sacred
walls
.
In
very
truth
was
it
the
darkest
day
of
her
existence
.
After
long
hours
of
wretchedness
her
spirit
became
calmer
,
while
her
thoughts
returned
to
a
more
rational
tone
.
The
letter
was
re-read
;
its
contents
submitted
to
careful
consideration
.
There
was
still
a
hope
--
the
hope
that
,
after
all
,
Maurice
Gerald
might
not
be
in
the
Settlement
.
It
was
at
best
but
a
faint
ray
.
Surely
she
should
know
--
she
who
had
penned
the
appointment
,
and
spoken
so
confidently
of
his
keeping
it
?
Still
,
as
promised
,
he
might
have
gone
away
;
and
upon
this
supposition
hinged
that
hope
,
now
scintillating
like
a
star
through
the
obscurity
of
the
hour
.
It
was
a
delicate
matter
to
make
direct
inquiries
about
--
to
one
in
the
position
of
Louise
Poindexter
.
But
no
other
course
appeared
open
to
her
;
and
as
the
shadows
of
twilight
shrouded
the
grass-covered
square
of
the
village
,
she
was
seen
upon
her
spotted
palfrey
,
riding
silently
through
the
streets
,
and
reining
up
in
front
of
the
hotel
--
on
the
same
spot
occupied
but
a
few
hours
before
by
the
grey
steed
of
Isidora
!
As
the
men
of
the
place
were
all
absent
--
some
on
the
track
of
the
assassin
,
others
upon
the
trail
of
the
Comanche
,
Oberdoffer
was
the
only
witness
of
her
indiscretion
.
But
he
knew
it
not
as
such
.
It
was
but
natural
that
the
sister
of
the
murdered
man
should
be
anxious
to
obtain
news
;
and
so
did
he
construe
the
motive
for
the
interrogatories
addressed
to
him
.
Little
did
the
stolid
German
suspect
the
satisfaction
which
his
answers
at
first
gave
to
his
fair
questioner
;
much
less
the
chagrin
afterwards
caused
by
that
bit
of
information
volunteered
by
himself
,
and
which
abruptly
terminated
the
dialogue
between
him
and
his
visitor
.
