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Ashton, Warren T.

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

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"Not always; but it matters not; they are safe. Now to business."
"Business!" exclaimed Jaspar, with a start, and a wild stare at the
attorney. "The business is done."
"Not all of it. There are other enemies in the field."
"What mean you?" said Jaspar, alarmed. "Are we not safe yet?"
"Not quite," replied the smooth attorney, with a quiet smile. "The game
you played was a deep one, and you must needs persevere to the end."
"Explain yourself, man; don't trifle with me," said Jaspar, roused by
the smooth smile of the attorney; for that smile seemed to him full of
meaning.
"All in good time, my dear sir. Let me beg of you not to be discomposed
by anything I may say to you."
Jaspar sneered, but ventured no reply.
"I have served you faithfully, you must acknowledge."
"I will acknowledge nothing," said Jaspar, testily.
"The steamer exploded, you remember," returned De Guy, with an
expression of sly humor, which Jaspar did not appreciate.
"I do remember it, by Heaven! But this villanous Dalhousie says my niece
was not known to have been killed.


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