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Wretched
as
Louise
Poindexter
may
have
felt
before
,
her
misery
had
scarce
reached
the
point
of
despair
.
Through
her
sadness
there
still
shone
a
scintillation
of
hope
.
It
was
extinguished
as
she
set
foot
upon
the
threshold
of
the
jacalé
;
and
the
quick
suppressed
scream
that
came
from
her
lips
,
was
like
the
last
utterance
of
a
heart
parting
in
twain
.
There
was
a
woman
within
the
hut
!
From
the
lips
of
this
woman
an
exclamation
had
already
escaped
,
to
which
her
own
might
have
appeared
an
echo
--
so
closely
did
the
one
follow
the
other
--
so
alike
were
they
in
anguish
.
Like
a
second
echo
,
still
more
intensified
,
was
the
cry
from
Isidora
;
as
turning
,
she
saw
in
the
doorway
that
woman
,
whose
name
had
just
been
pronounced
--
the
"
Louise
"
so
fervently
praised
,
so
fondly
remembered
,
amidst
the
vagaries
of
a
distempered
brain
.
To
the
young
Creole
the
case
was
clear
--
painfully
clear
.
She
saw
before
her
the
writer
of
that
letter
of
appointment
--
which
,
after
all
,
had
been
kept
.
In
the
strife
,
whose
sounds
had
indistinctly
reached
her
,
there
may
have
been
a
third
party
--
Maurice
Gerald
?
That
would
account
for
the
condition
in
which
she
now
saw
him
;
for
she
was
far
enough
inside
the
hut
to
have
a
view
of
the
invalid
upon
his
couch
.
Yes
;
it
was
the
writer
of
that
bold
epistle
,
who
had
called
Maurice
Gerald
"
querido
;
"
--
who
had
praised
his
eyes
--
who
had
commanded
him
to
come
to
her
side
;
and
who
was
now
by
his
side
,
tending
him
with
a
solicitude
that
proclaimed
her
his
!
Ah
!
the
thought
was
too
painful
to
be
symbolised
in
speech
.
Equally
clear
were
the
conclusions
of
Isidora
--
equally
agonising
.
She
already
knew
that
she
was
supplanted
.
She
had
been
listening
too
long
to
the
involuntary
speeches
that
told
her
so
,
to
have
any
doubt
as
to
their
sincerity
.
On
the
door-step
stood
the
woman
who
had
succeeded
her
!
Face
to
face
,
with
flashing
eyes
,
their
bosoms
rising
and
falling
as
if
under
one
impulse
--
both
distraught
with
the
same
dire
thought
--
the
two
stood
eyeing
each
other
.
Alike
in
love
with
the
same
man
--
alike
jealous
--
they
were
alongside
the
object
of
their
burning
passion
unconscious
of
the
presence
of
either
!
