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The two remained some time in silence. Cassy busied herself with a French book; Emmeline, overcome with the exhaustion, fell into a doze, and slept some time. She was awakened by loud shouts and outcries, the tramp of horses’ feet, and the baying of dogs. She started up, with a faint shriek. “Only the hunt coming back,” said Cassy coolly; “never fear. Look out of this knot-hole. Don’t you see ‘em all down there? Simon has to give it up, for this night. Look, how muddy his horse is, flouncing about in the swamp; the dogs, too, look rather crestfallen. Ah, my good sir, you’ll have to try the race again and again,- the game isn’t there.” “O, don’t speak a word!” said Emmeline; “what if they should hear you?” “If they do hear anything, it will make them very particular to keep away,” said Cassy. “No danger; we may make any noise we please, and it will only add to the effect.” At length the stillness of midnight settled down over the house. Legree, curs- ing his ill-luck, and vowing dire vengeance on the morrow, went to bed. |
