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Text for Page 130 [11-13-1859]

cross the Atlantic, who made a financial
smash and came to New York, where I nar-
rowly missed seeing him, this brother, I say,
went down in the Central America and was
drowned with better men, including noble Herndon.
Alfred is married, living, I think, in New
Orleans or some southern city; he and his wife
�sold a little negro girl� she owned, to raise the
money to do something � take a trip north, I be-
lieve Charley said.           Albert is in Texas; he
didn�t marry the woman who kept him (platonically,
they say.)     The good old maid is in business at
Buffalo or Detroit, some northern city.   Madame
Damoreau relenting, let her visit the house and
make much of the children, commenting to Charley
on her peculiarities.    When asked if she had been
to church, Miss Emma would respond, with a
look of affection to Charley: �This is my church!�
So much for Damoreau: more, perhaps, anon.
  Haney has formally retired from the field,
telling Sally so, last Sunday, he being then at
the house the greater portion of the day.   When
she rejected him the business remained a sort of
open question.  Now the recoil has come; wounded
self-esteem, pride, jealousy and other matters
helping.   He thinks �there�s a hardness about her�
turns over incidents to her disadvantage, suspects
her of want of candor, distrusts the correctness               
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