"He speaks truly, Emily. I have _sold_ you to him," replied Jaspar,
vacantly.
Emily was stung to the quick. This remark, she supposed, was in allusion
to her alleged condition; and the tears rose to her eyes, while the
indignant blood mounted to her cheek.
"Uncle, do not brand your soul with infamy!" she said, quickly.
"What!" exclaimed Jaspar, roused to a burst of passion.
"Be not a villain!" returned Emily, whose good-nature was sorely tried.
"Girl, beard not the lion in his den! I had half relented, but now I
feel strong again!" and he rose and tottered to the table, on which his
brandy-bottle stood. After taking a deep draught, he reseated himself.
"You must marry this man!" said he, fiercely striking the table with his
fist.
"I never will!" replied Emily, trembling at Jaspar's violence, but firm
in her purpose.
"Remember! girl, remember what you are!" said Jaspar, passionately.
"Enough of this," said Emily. "I leave you for--"
"Stay, lady! You must not leave the room," interrupted De Guy, laying
his hand upon her arm.
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