"
"No."
"Then I must consider whether your pretensions are well founded."
"I will not be over nice; but any attempt to play me false shall rest
heavily on your own head."
"Honor!" said Jaspar, with something like a smile, but more like a
sneer.
With compressed lips, and the scowl of a demon, Jaspar witnessed the
departure of the overseer. His case looked desperate, and he felt
something like the gloominess of despair. Dalhousie could be disposed
of, but the niece!--the niece, if she yet lived, would be the
destruction of all his avaricious schemes.
As usual when agitated, he paced the room; and, as he reflected upon the
danger, and the desperate remedies which suggested themselves, his
manner grew more and more demoniacal. He resolved to trust no man. This
was a dark thought, and could proceed only from the darkest mind.
The twenty thousand dollars he could pay; but the man who had such a
hold upon him would never be satisfied while a dollar remained. And
revenge was sweet! No! Dalhousie must not be _bought_ off! It was a
feast to his mind to anticipate the torture of the overseer!
An exclamation of satisfaction escaped him, as he suddenly decided upon
the means of torture.
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