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Calhoun
quailed
before
the
defiant
speech
.
The
card
,
upon
which
he
had
been
counting
,
was
not
likely
to
gain
the
trick
.
He
declined
playing
it
.
He
held
a
still
stronger
in
his
hand
;
which
was
exhibited
without
farther
delay
.
"
Indeed
!
"
he
retorted
,
sneeringly
.
"
Well
;
if
I
'm
not
master
of
your
heart
,
I
am
of
your
happiness
--
or
shall
be
.
I
know
the
worthless
wretch
that
's
driven
you
to
this
denial
--
"
"
Who
?
"
"
How
innocent
you
are
!
"
"
Of
that
at
least
I
am
;
unless
by
worthless
wretch
you
mean
yourself
.
In
that
sense
I
can
understand
you
,
sir
.
The
description
is
too
true
to
be
mistaken
.
"
"
Be
it
so
!
"
he
replied
,
turning
livid
with
rage
,
though
still
keeping
himself
under
a
certain
restraint
.
"
Well
;
since
you
think
me
so
worthless
,
it
wo
n't
,
I
suppose
,
better
your
opinion
of
me
,
when
I
tell
you
what
I
'm
going
to
do
with
you
?
"
"
Do
with
me
!
You
are
presumptuous
,
cousin
Cash
!
You
talk
as
if
I
were
your
protégée
,
or
slave
!
I
'm
neither
one
,
nor
the
other
!
"
Calhoun
,
cowering
under
the
outburst
of
her
indignation
,
remained
silent
.
