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

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not know him. Are you confident he can be trusted?" "Perfectly confident. I pledge my own safety on his fidelity," replied Maxwell, not a little satisfied at gaining his point,--for he had a point, and a strong one, as the reader may yet have occasion to know. "Very good,--I will inquire about him." "And expose us both!" replied Maxwell, in much alarm. "True,--on reflection, it would not be wise, and it would be best for you and I not to be seen together. But finish the will; the colonel will not relish my long absence. A word more: do not say anything about _this_ will. The colonel has a fancy to keep it secret, and this fancy will be the salvation of our scheme." But we will not follow the conversation any further. The reader has obtained a sufficient knowledge of these worthies from their own mouths, to believe them capable of any villany they may be called upon to perpetrate. The plot was further arranged in all its details. A meeting with De Guy was fixed for the next day, when all parties were to be prepared to act their parts.
Memoir of Jane Austen

A MEMOIR OF JANE AUSTEN. [Jane Austen: Jane.jpg] [Title Page: title.jpg] PREFACE. THE MEMOIR of my AUNT, JANE AUSTEN, has been received with more favour than I had ventured to expect. The notices taken of it in the periodical press, as well as letters addressed to me by many with whom I am not personally acquainted, show that an unabated interest is still taken in every particular that can be told about her. I am thus encouraged not only to offer a Second Edition of the Memoir, but also to enlarge it with some additional matter which I might have scrupled to intrude on the public if they had not thus seemed to call for it. In the present
CHAPTER IV. "He is a man, setting his fate aside, Of comely virtues; Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice, But with a noble fury and a fair spirit He did oppose his foe." Shakespeare. Colonel Dumont's melancholy forebodings proved to be too well grounded, for in ten days after the departure of Henry Carroll he breathed his last, not fully ripe in years, but mature in the stature of a good man. His worldly affairs had all been arranged, and with his mind at peace with God and man he bade a final adieu to his weeping daughter and dissembling brother, and calmly resigned his spirit to its Author. The mansion of Colonel Dumont had been the abode of happiness. Cheerfulness and contentment--rare visitors at the home of opulence--dwelt gracefully amid the luxurious splendor of this house. But now a heavy stroke of affliction had come upon the devoted Emily. The ruthless hand of death had struck down her father in the midst of