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Ashton, Warren T.

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

Besides, I am engaged with a
friend in the nest room."
Dalhousie accepted the excuse, for he had seen De Guy, as he was walking
in the garden, half an hour before.
"I can dig it up myself. Show me the spot."
"Very well; but sign the bond first."
"Of course, if you keep not your faith with me, the bond is nothing,"
said Dalhousie, as he affixed his signature to the paper, which Jaspar
folded carefully, and put in his pocket.
"Here are directions which will enable you to find it without the
necessity of my attending you;" and he handed him a slip of paper, upon
which were written minute directions to the supposed locality of the
treasure.
"But, suppose," said Dalhousie, after he had read the directions, "while
I am digging, you should close the doors upon me?"
"Honor!" said Jaspar, laying his hand upon the place where the heart
belonged, with an amusing contortion of the facial muscles.
"I have not the highest confidence in _your_ honor."
"Perhaps not; but I can suggest a better protection. Have you any person
at hand upon whose faith you can rely?"
"None but my wife," replied Dalhousie, carelessly, for the mortifying
fact seemed laden with nothing of bitterness.


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