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"
Upon
my
soul
,
Captain
Sloman
!
"
asseverated
the
lieutenant
of
dragoons
,
"
you
've
excited
my
curiosity
to
such
a
degree
,
I
feel
already
half
in
love
with
Louise
Poindexter
!
"
"
Before
you
get
altogether
into
it
,
"
rejoined
the
officer
of
infantry
,
in
a
serious
tone
,
"
let
me
recommend
a
little
caution
.
There
's
a
bête
noir
in
the
background
.
"
"
A
brother
,
I
suppose
?
That
is
the
individual
usually
so
regarded
.
"
"
There
is
a
brother
,
but
it
's
not
he
.
A
free
noble
young
fellow
he
is
--
the
only
Poindexter
I
ever
knew
not
eaten
up
with
pride
,
he
's
quite
the
reverse
.
"
"
The
aristocratic
father
,
then
?
Surely
he
would
n't
object
to
a
quartering
with
the
Hancocks
?
"
"
I
'm
not
so
sure
of
that
;
seeing
that
the
Hancocks
are
Yankees
,
and
he
's
a
chivalric
Southerner
!
But
it
's
not
old
Poindexter
I
mean
.
"
"
Who
,
then
,
is
the
black
beast
,
or
what
is
it
--
if
not
a
human
?
"
"
It
is
human
,
after
a
fashion
.
A
male
cousin
--
a
queer
card
he
is
--
by
name
Cassius
Calhoun
.
"
"
I
think
I
've
heard
the
name
.
"
"
So
have
I
,
"
said
the
lieutenant
of
rifles
.
