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sofa, and he beside her, both speechless with pain That room would not

have been altered Even the sofa would have been there in the sa, for thirty years, all along, to

lie there upon it some day when the time came to die

But there is no time to weep, with the enemy at the door The door has

been no barrier They are clattering through the halls now, drinking the

wines, shattering the crystal and glass, slashing the portraits

One of them stands before her and tells her to leave the house She

slaps his face How the stigma stands out red as blood upon his blanched

cheek!

Now there is a roar of fire and the flaure She wants to show thehter of Louisiana

can perish before her conquerors But little Pauline clings to her knees

in an agony of terror Little Pauline ain she is saying it

aloud--"faire ie had glided from the bench

upon which she had rested, and for hours lay prone upon the stone

flagging, ed herself to her feet it was to

walk like one in a dreareat, solemn pillars, one after the

other, she reached her arms, and pressed her cheek and her lips upon the

senseless brick