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"
Damn
'em
!
I
do
n't
care
,
not
the
value
of
a
red
cent
.
They
can
make
nothing
out
of
it
,
but
that
Gerald
did
the
deed
.
Everything
points
that
way
;
and
everybody
thinks
so
.
They
're
bound
to
convict
him
.
"
Zeb
Stump
do
n't
think
it
,
the
suspicious
old
snake
!
He
's
nowhere
to
be
found
.
Wonder
where
he
has
gone
?
On
a
hunt
,
they
say
.
'
Tai
n't
likely
,
such
time
as
this
.
What
if
he
be
hunting
it
?
What
if
he
should
catch
it
?
"
I
'd
try
again
myself
,
if
there
was
time
.
There
ai
n't
.
Before
to-morrow
night
it
'll
be
all
over
;
and
afterwards
if
there
should
turn
up
--
.
Damn
afterwards
!
The
thing
is
to
make
sure
now
.
Let
the
future
look
to
itself
.
With
one
man
hung
for
the
murder
,
'
tai
n't
likely
they
'd
care
to
accuse
another
.
Even
if
something
suspicious
did
turn
up
!
they
'd
be
shy
to
take
hold
of
it
.
It
would
be
like
condemning
themselves
!
"
I
reckon
,
I
've
got
all
right
with
the
Regulators
.
Sam
Manley
himself
appears
pretty
well
convinced
.
I
knocked
his
doubts
upon
the
head
,
when
I
told
him
what
I
'd
heard
that
night
.
A
little
more
than
I
did
hear
;
though
that
was
enough
to
make
a
man
stark
,
staring
mad
.
Damn
!
"
It
's
no
use
crying
over
spilt
milk
.
She
's
met
the
man
,
and
there
's
an
end
of
it
.
She
'll
never
meet
him
again
,
and
that
's
another
end
of
it
--
except
she
meet
him
in
heaven
.
Well
;
that
will
depend
upon
herself
.
"
I
do
n't
think
anything
has
happened
between
them
.
She
's
not
the
sort
for
that
,
with
all
her
wildness
;
and
it
may
be
what
that
yellow
wench
tells
me
--
only
gratitude
.
No
,
no
,
no
!
It
ca
n't
be
.
Gratitude
do
n't
get
out
of
its
bed
in
the
middle
of
the
night
--
to
keep
appointments
at
the
bottom
of
a
garden
?
She
loves
him
--
she
loves
him
!
Let
her
love
and
be
damned
!
She
shall
never
have
him
.
She
shall
never
see
him
again
,
unless
she
prove
obstinate
;
and
then
it
will
be
but
to
condemn
him
.
A
word
from
her
,
and
he
's
a
hanged
man
.
"
She
shall
speak
it
,
if
she
do
n't
say
that
other
word
,
I
've
twice
asked
her
for
.
The
third
time
will
be
the
last
.
One
more
refusal
,
and
I
show
my
hand
.
Not
only
shall
this
Irish
adventurer
meet
his
doom
;
but
she
shall
be
his
condemner
;
and
the
plantation
,
house
,
niggers
,
everything
--
.
Ah
!
uncle
Woodley
;
I
wanted
to
see
you
.
"
The
soliloquy
above
reported
took
place
in
a
chamber
,
tenanted
only
by
Cassius
Calhoun
.
It
was
Woodley
Poindexter
who
interrupted
it
.
Sad
,
silent
,
straying
through
the
corridors
of
Casa
del
Corvo
,
he
had
entered
the
apartment
usually
occupied
by
his
nephew
--
more
by
chance
than
from
any
premeditated
purpose
.
