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Ashton, Warren T.

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


"The face is not of the natural color," added Dr. Vaudelier, remarking
that the skin of the forehead, which the wig had concealed, was very
white, and almost transparent, while the face was besmeared with the
color that composed the florid complexion of the attorney.
"Take off his spectacles, Hatchie," said Henry.
The glasses were removed, and a pair of piercing black eyes glared upon
them.
"It is Maxwell, by ----," shouted Jaspar, who had in some measure
recovered from the exhaustion of his struggle with Vernon, and had
watched with much anxiety the "unearthing" of his confederate.
"It is Maxwell," responded Hatchie, tearing open the vest which
encircled the attorney's portly form, and displaying the cushion that
had been used to extend his corporation.
"Merciful Heaven! how narrowly have I escaped!" exclaimed Emily, laying
her head in giddy faintness upon the shoulder of Henry, who, at the
moment he was at liberty, had flown to her side.
At this moment Mr. Faxon entered, and saw, with astonishment, the
evidence of the recent fray.


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