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"
They
have
told
me
nothing
.
Mr
Gerald
was
alone
when
I
entered
.
The
man
outside
was
absent
,
and
has
just
returned
.
I
have
not
had
time
to
question
him
.
"
"
But
--
but
,
how
came
you
to
be
here
?
"
"
I
could
not
stay
at
home
.
I
could
not
endure
the
uncertainty
any
longer
.
It
was
terrible
--
alone
,
with
no
one
at
the
house
;
and
the
thought
that
my
poor
brother
--
Mon
dieu
!
Mon
dieu
!
"
Poindexter
regards
his
daughter
with
a
perplexed
,
but
still
inquiring
,
look
.
"
I
thought
I
might
find
Henry
here
.
"
"
Here
!
But
how
did
you
know
of
this
place
?
Who
guided
you
?
You
are
by
yourself
!
"
"
Oh
,
father
!
I
knew
the
way
.
You
remember
the
day
of
the
hunt
--
when
the
mustang
ran
away
with
me
.
It
was
beyond
this
place
I
was
carried
.
On
returning
with
Mr
Gerald
,
he
told
me
he
lived
here
.
I
fancied
I
could
find
the
way
back
.
"
Poindexter
's
look
of
perplexity
does
not
leave
him
,
though
another
expression
becomes
blended
with
it
.
His
brow
contracts
;
the
shadow
deepens
upon
it
;
though
whatever
the
dark
thought
,
he
does
not
declare
it
.
"
A
strange
thing
for
you
to
have
done
,
my
daughter
.
Imprudent
--
indeed
dangerous
.
You
have
acted
like
a
silly
girl
.
Come
--
come
away
!
This
is
no
place
for
a
lady
--
for
you
.
Get
to
your
horse
,
and
ride
home
again
.
Some
one
will
go
with
you
.
There
may
be
a
scene
here
,
you
should
not
be
present
at
.
Come
,
come
!
"
The
father
strides
forth
from
the
hut
,
the
daughter
following
with
reluctance
scarce
concealed
;
and
,
with
like
unwillingness
,
is
conducted
to
her
saddle
.
