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Ashton, Warren T.

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

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"I do not understand you, sir."
"It is immaterial. Perhaps you had better go with me peaceably,
however," said Maxwell, with a carelessness foreign to his feelings.
"That, sir, I never will do alive!" replied Emily, surmising the nature
of the attorney's assumed authority. "Mr. Maxwell, you have taught me to
believe that you are a hardened villain, and I _command_ you, leave my
presence!"
The indignation of Emily was roused, and she spoke with a flashing eye,
and with an imperativeness which her wrongs alone could have called to
her aid.
"That was very prettily done, lady; but I cannot obey. It is useless to
multiply words. You _must_ go with me;" and Maxwell extended his hand.
Emily recoiled from the proffered hand; her brow lowered, and her lips
compressed. She regarded him with a look of ineffable scorn,--a look
before which even Maxwell, penetrated, as he was, with evil purposes,
quailed.
"Go along, now, about your business, and don't bother the lady any
more!" said the old woman, taking advantage of the momentary silence.


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