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There
was
a
pause
,
but
still
no
reply
.
"
'
Tis
no
use
my
telling
you
its
history
.
It
began
on
the
same
day
--
ay
,
the
same
hour
--
I
first
saw
you
.
"
I
wo
n't
say
it
grew
stronger
as
time
passed
.
It
could
not
.
On
my
first
visit
to
your
father
's
house
--
now
six
years
ago
--
you
may
remember
that
,
after
alighting
from
my
horse
,
you
asked
me
to
take
a
walk
with
you
round
the
garden
--
while
dinner
was
being
got
ready
.
"
You
were
but
a
stripling
of
a
girl
;
but
oh
,
Loo
,
you
were
a
woman
in
beauty
--
as
beautiful
as
you
are
at
this
moment
.
"
No
doubt
you
little
thought
,
as
you
took
me
by
the
hand
,
and
led
me
along
the
gravelled
walk
,
under
the
shade
of
the
China
trees
,
that
the
touch
of
your
fingers
was
sending
a
thrill
into
my
soul
;
your
pretty
prattle
making
an
impression
upon
my
heart
,
that
neither
time
,
nor
distance
,
nor
yet
dissipation
,
has
been
able
to
efface
.
"
The
Creole
continued
to
listen
,
though
not
without
showing
sign
.
Words
so
eloquent
,
so
earnest
,
so
full
of
sweet
flattery
,
could
scarce
fail
to
have
effect
upon
a
woman
.
By
such
speech
had
Lucifer
succeeded
in
the
accomplishment
of
his
purpose
.
There
was
pity
,
if
not
approval
,
in
her
look
!
Still
did
she
keep
silence
.
Calhoun
continued
:
--
"
Yes
,
Loo
;
it
's
true
as
I
tell
you
.
I
've
tried
all
three
.
Six
years
may
fairly
be
called
time
.
From
Mississippi
to
Mexico
was
the
distance
:
for
I
went
there
with
no
other
purpose
than
to
forget
you
.
It
proved
of
no
avail
;
and
,
returning
,
I
entered
upon
a
course
of
dissipation
.
New
Orleans
knows
that
.
"
I
wo
n't
say
,
that
my
passion
grew
stronger
by
these
attempts
to
stifle
it
.
