"Softly, lady, softly!"
"Leave me, sir! leave me, or I will call upon my uncle to protect me
from further insult!"
"Your _uncle_, I fear, was left at the last wood-yard; so I heard my
friend De Guy say."
Emily felt herself the victim of a plot, and, rousing all her energies,
she said,
"I see it all. The machinations of a villain--for such you are--shall be
foiled."
"Miss Dumont," said Maxwell, his passions roused by the severity of her
epithet, "do you forget your condition? You are a _slave_! Your supposed
uncle is not here. You have no free papers, and are liable to be
committed to the next jail."
"But I am not without a friend who is able to protect me," said Emily,
with spirit, as she saw Henry Carroll ascend to the deck upon which they
stood.
"Your friend is helpless. Another word, and I will proclaim your
condition," and he rudely seized her by the arm. "Your friend cannot
help you. He has not your free papers."
"But he has a strong arm!" shouted Henry Carroll, as with a single blow
he struck the attorney to the deck.
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