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Old Creole Days by George Washington Cable
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"You have my counsel already, papa."

"Yes, my child, and you were right. The Café des Exilés never should
have been opened. It is no place for you; no place at all."

"Let us leave it," said Pauline.

"Ah! Pauline, I would close it to-morrow if I could, but now it is too
late; I cannot."

"Why?" asked Pauline, pleadingly.

She had cast an arm about his neck. Her tears sparkled with a smile.

"My daughter, I cannot tell you; you must go now to bed; good-night--or
good-morning; God keep you!"

"Well, then, papa," she said, "have no fear; you need not hide me; I
have my prayer-book, and my altar, and my garden, and my window; my
garden is my fenced city, and my window my watch-tower; do you see?"

"Ah! Pauline," responded the father, "but I have been letting the enemy
in and out at pleasure."

"Good-night," she answered, and kissed him three times on either cheek;
"the blessed Virgin will take care of us; good-night; _he_ never said
those things; not he; good-night."

The next evening Galahad Shaughnessy and Manuel Mazaro met at that "very
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