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, and galloped onward. On arriving near the gate I was somewhat surprised to see two saddled horses standing there. I instantly recognised them as the horses I had passed on the road. They had overtaken me again while I was halted by the bend of the river, and had arrived at the gate before me. The saddles were now empty. The riders had gone into the house. A black man was holding the horses. It was my old friend "Zip." I rode up, and without dismounting addressed myself to Scipio. Who were they who had gone in? I was hardly surprised at the answer. My conjecture was right. They were men of the law,--the deputy sheriff of the _parish_ and his assistant. It was scarce necessary to inquire their _business_. I guessed that. I only asked Scipio the details. Briefly Scipio gave them; at least so far as I allowed him to proceed without interruption. A sheriff's officer was in charge of the house and all its contents; Larkin still ruled the negro quarter, but the slaves were all to be sold; Gayarre was back and forward; and "_Missa 'Genie am gone away_." "Gone away! and whither?" "Don't know, mass'r. B'lieve she gone to de city. She leab last night in de night-time." "And--" I hesitated a moment till my heart should still its heavy throbbings. "Aurore?" I interrogated with an effort. "'Rore gone too, mass'r;--she gone long wi' Missa 'Genie." "Aurore gone!" "Yes, mass'r, she gone; daat's de troof." I was astounded by the information, as well as puzzled by this mysterious departure. Eugenie gone and in the night! Aurore gone with her! What could it mean? Whither had they gone? My reiterated appeal to the black threw no light upon the subject. He was ignorant of all their movements,--ignorant of everything but what related to the negro quarter. He had heard that himself, his wife, his daughter,--"the leetle Chloe,"--with all their fellow-slaves, were to be carried down to the city, and to be sold in the slave-market by auction. They were to be taken the following day. They were already advertised. That was all he knew. No, not all,--one other piece of information he had in store for me. It was authentic: he had heard the "white folks" talk of it to one another:--Larkin, Gayarre, and a "negro-trader," who was to be concerned in this sale. It regarded the quadroon. _She was to be sold among the rest_! The blood boiled in my veins as the black imparted this information
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