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LOVELL
Jaspar Dumont was seated in the library. The ravages of care and vice
were growing more plainly visible on his face. His countenance was
haggard, and his complexion seemed to be a struggle between the wanness
of care and the redness of intemperance.
Near him sat De Guy, who had but just arrived.
"The lady has come," said the attorney, adjusting his green spectacles;
"and I am here to claim the fulfilment of our contract."
Jaspar looked up from the floor, upon which his eyes had been fastened,
and gazed with a fixed stare upon his companion.
"You do not understand me," insinuated De Guy.
"I do," said Jaspar, sternly; "I do; you have come to plunder me."
"You do me injustice, my kind friend; I come to save you from the doom
of a felon."
"To put your foot upon my neck, and leap out of the pit your villany has
dug!"
"Very well, my dear sir, if you are of this mind, my course is plain.
Did you not agree to this arrangement?" said De Guy, with a smile, which
was meant to soften the hard question.
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