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Ashton, Warren T.

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


"Alive and well; and, moreover, is close at hand."
"The devil, she is! And you have been dallying around me all day without
opening your mouth."
"But remember, sir, you had another affair on your hands."
"What avail to get that miserable overseer out of the way, when the girl
herself is at hand?"
"One thing at a time. That excellent old man, Dr. Franklin, always
advised this method. The overseer is safe; now turn we to other
matters."
"Well, what shall be done?" said Jaspar, rising suddenly and paying his
devoir to the brandy-bottle.
"I will tell you," replied the attorney, rising from his chair and
coolly imitating Jaspar's example at the bottle. Then throwing himself
lazily upon the sofa--"I will tell you. The case is not desperate yet.
How much is the amount of the old colonel's property?"
"How, sir! What mean you?"
"Favor me with an answer," replied the attorney, with admirable
_sang-froid_, as he drew from his pocket a cigar-case, and, taking
therefrom a cigar, proceeded to light it with a patent vesuvian.


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