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Ashton, Warren T.

"Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue"


But a faint smile rested upon her beautiful features, as if to soften,
the reproof she had administered, and to conceal her rising emotions.
She felt that Maxwell could assist her, but she feared every moment that
some allusion to the prohibited subject would compel her to banish him
from her presence.
"A smile from you were an ample reward for all my trouble and exertion,"
said Maxwell, deceived by the smile of Emily. "To be as sincere as your
generous nature demands, I cannot conquer the love I have before
expressed. I--"
"Excuse me, sir," indignantly interrupted Emily, "I must retire."
"Nay, nay, Miss Dumont! I meant no offence. Hear me but for a moment!"
"Not another instant, sir! You have deceived me."
"Upon my honor, I have not. I possess the evidence by which your
birthright and possessions may be restored."
"No more! I had rather die in poverty, with the stain clinging to me,
than owe the restoration of my rights to you. You have taken advantage
of my unprotected condition to impose upon me."
"You wrong me, Miss Dumont; as, if you will remain but a moment, I will
prove to you," said Maxwell, pleading like an injured man.


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