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It
soon
cowered
again
.
On
one
side
he
saw
land
,
slaves
,
wealth
,
position
;
on
the
other
,
penury
that
seemed
perdition
.
He
did
not
yield
altogether
;
as
may
be
guessed
by
the
character
of
his
reply
.
"
Well
,
nephew
;
you
have
certainly
spoken
plain
enough
.
But
I
know
not
my
daughter
's
disposition
towards
you
.
You
say
you
are
willing
to
have
her
for
your
wife
.
Is
she
willing
to
have
you
?
I
suppose
there
is
a
question
about
that
?
"
"
I
think
,
uncle
,
it
will
depend
a
good
deal
upon
yourself
.
You
are
her
father
.
Surely
you
can
convince
her
?
"
"
I
'm
not
so
sure
of
that
.
She
's
not
of
the
kind
to
be
convinced
--
against
her
will
.
You
,
Cash
,
know
that
as
well
as
I.
"
"
Well
,
I
only
know
that
I
intend
getting
'
spliced
,
'
as
the
sailors
say
;
and
I
'd
like
Loo
for
the
mistress
of
Casa
del
Corvo
,
better
than
any
other
woman
in
the
Settlement
--
in
all
Texas
,
for
that
matter
.
"
Woodley
Poindexter
recoiled
at
the
ungracious
speech
.
It
was
the
first
time
he
had
been
told
,
that
he
was
not
the
master
of
Casa
del
Corvo
!
Indirectly
as
the
information
had
been
conveyed
,
he
understood
it
.
Once
more
rose
before
his
mind
the
reality
of
lands
,
slaves
,
wealth
,
and
social
status
--
alongside
,
the
apparition
of
poverty
and
social
abasement
.
The
last
looked
hideous
;
though
not
more
so
than
the
man
who
stood
before
him
--
his
own
nephew
--
soliciting
to
become
his
son
!
For
purposes
impossible
to
comprehend
,
God
often
suffers
himself
to
be
defeated
by
the
Devil
.
In
this
instance
was
it
so
.
The
good
in
Poindexter
's
heart
succumbed
to
the
evil
.
He
promised
to
assist
his
nephew
,
in
destroying
the
happiness
of
his
daughter
.
