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"On'y a dhrop, Miss," he repeated piteously, "and av ye pleeze, quick! afore I'm stharved with the cold entoirely." She looked at him intently without lowering her gun. "Who are you?" "Thin, it's the truth I'll tell ye, Miss whisth then!" he said in a half-whisper; "I'm a desarter!" "Then it was YOU that was doggin' us on the Marsh?" "It was the sarjint I was lavin', Miss."
Where he was handicapped in his love flights was this. The haunt or home of his seducer was generally known to one or other of his officers, and when this was not the case there were often other women who gladly gave him away. "Captain Barrington, Sir," writes "Nancy of Deptford" to the commander of a man-o'-war in the Thames, "there is a Desarter of yours at the upper water Gate.
"And, thank God, I'm here with you all!" concluded the steward when he had brought his narrative to this point. "I have been saved from a horrible death." "Arrah, sure, all's well that inds will!" said Mr McCarthy; "but I'm glad you weren't a desarter, as I thought you were; and I'm roight glad, too, that that thafe of a Moody has mit with his desarts at last!"
"I'm not sorry he missed us," continued Hapgood. "I don't like a desarter, no how. It goes right agin my grain." "But he was running from the wrong to the right side," replied Tom. "I don't keer if he was. Them colors on t'other side were his'n. He chose 'em for himself, and it's mean to run away from 'em. If a man's go'n to be a rebel, let him be one, and stick to it."
"You must knaw he runned away an' went soldiering before he married me. Then he comed back for love of me wi'out axin' any man's leave." "So much the worse, ma'am; he'm a desarter!" "The dark wickedness!" gasped Mr. Blee; "an' him dumb as a newt 'bout it all these years an' years! The conscience of un!" "Well, you needn't trouble any more," continued Phoebe to the policemen.
That fool, Ben Benson, has been sarching and sarching, like an old desarter as he is, but it ain't no sort o' good; the gal may be dead for what he cares a toasting hisself before a fire, while she may be Mr. James has hearn something." "Mr. James Harrington has gone also," answered Ralph, bitterly. "It's no use searching further. They have fled together.
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