But the anguish of her painful position _would_ come to destroy the
dream of bliss, and dissipate the bright halo her imagination had cast
before her. She retired to her state-room, to ponder again her unhappy
lot. "Thy will be done," murmured she, as, throwing herself into a
chair, she resigned herself to the terrible reflection that she was a
slave and an outcast. The bright dream of love was only a chimera, to
make her feel more deeply the terrible reality.
Whilst she was thus venting her anguish, she was roused from her
lethargy of grief by the chambermaid, who had entered by the inner door.
"Please, ma'am, a gentleman out in the cabin says he wants to speak to
you."
"A gentleman wishes to speak to me? Did he send his name?"
"No, ma'am. He said you wouldn't know him, if he did; so it was no use
to send it."
"Pray, what looking gentleman is he?"--her mind reverting to Maxwell.
"Well, ma'am, he's a very respectable looking gentleman," answered the
girl, to whom Uncle Nathan (for he was the person alluded to) had given
half a dollar.
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