useter lick bofe on us fur gittin drownded in de crick i carn sleep at night, not kase de bed is hard an de straw cum thu de tickin but kase i feerd dey gwine ter hang me like a hound dog de black folks is agin me kase mr. hackett was fum de norf an de white folks is agin me kase mr. hackett was white o marse french fur Gord Amighty's sake come long home and doan let em hang me Jane she is mighty poly an carn cum to see me sum gentmun swar at me you aint never done it—you give me a quarter evry time I hol yo horse No mo now from
"bob henry."
This letter had reached him in Paris, and had
more to do with bringing him home just when he
came than Madame Koller—much more than Madame
Koller expected—or Olivia, either, for that
matter.
"It is a rather hard case," he thought to himself, with a grim smile, "a man can't go and say, 'See what a disinterested thing I have done: come home months before I intended, to defend a poor ragged black rascal that claimed to be my "vally," and expects to be hanged—and half the county believes I came in obedience to Madame Koller.'" But it occurred to him that he had done a good deal to make both Olivia Berkeley and Madame Koller believe what was not true about his return.
He put on his hat and, putting the letter in his pocket, went out and mounted his horse and rode off at a smart canter away from the village, down a
