CHAPTER XXVIII.
"To do a great right, do a little wrong."
SHAKSPEARE.
Emily Dumont remained a close prisoner in the rear apartment of
Maxwell's office. Dido, the old negress, was her only attendant during
her incarceration; for, though the room was supplied with every luxury
the most pampered appetite could desire, her confinement deserved no
better name. She recognized the place, and doubted not she should be
again subjected to the infamous persecution of her old enemy. She
wondered that he had not already presented himself, and concluded he
could not yet have returned from his up-river journey, or he would have
done so. No one visited her but the negress, whose conversation, in her
eagerness to serve the liberal proprietor of the office, was disgusting
to her refined sensibilities. Not oven De Guy came, to give her any
intimation of the nature of the fate which awaited her.
Maxwell's mind, she was satisfied, was fixed upon the possession of her
estates. She could not now entertain the belief which once, in her weak
pity, she had countenanced, that the attorney could _love_ her.
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