If you do that, the charm will certainly work; if you do not--" The quadroon's intentions were good.

She was determined to see who it was that could so infatuate her dear little Momselle; and, as on such an evening as the present afternoon promised to merge into all New Orleans promenaded on the Place d'Armes and the levee, her charm was a very practical one.
"And that will bring the money, will it ?" asked Aurora.
"It will bring anything you want." "Possible ?" "These things that _you_ want, Momselle Aurore, are easy to bring.

You have no charms working against you.

But, oh, I wish to God I could work the _curse_ I want to work!" The woman's eyes blazed, her bosom heaved, she lifted her clenched hand above her head and looked upward, crying: "I would give this right hand off at the wrist to catch Agricola Fusilier where I could work him a curse! But I shall; I shall some day be revenged!" She pitched her voice still higher.

"I cannot die till I have been! There is nothing that could kill me, I want my revenge so bad!" As suddenly as she had broken out, she hushed, unbarred the door, and with a stern farewell smile saw Aurora turn homeward.
"Give me something to eat, _cherie_," cried the exhausted lady, dropping into Clotilde's chair and trying to die.
"Ah! _maman_, what makes you look so sick ?" Aurora waved her hand contemptuously and gasped.
"Did you see him?
What kept you so long--so long ?" "Ask me nothing; I am so enraged with disappointment.