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"I strove nobly for my liberty; but the perverse spirit of rebellion has even lighted on their horses. The steed I mounted carried me, greatly against my will, I acknowledge, into the very center of Dunwoodie's men." "And you were again captured," continued the father, casting a fearful glance on the armed attendants who had entered the room. "That, sir, you may safely say; this Mr.
By my soul I would rather meet fifty Cowboys than that single man." "Fool," cried the enraged leader, "don't you know Dunwoodie's horse are at the Corners, full two miles from here?" "I care not where the dragoons are, but I will swear that I saw Captain Lawton enter the house of old Wharton, while I lay watching an opportunity of getting the British colonel's horse from the stable."
Wharton was too completely a convert to the doctrine of passive obedience and nonresistance, to withstand any solicitation from an officer of Dunwoodie's influence in the rebel armies; and the maid returned to the apartment, accompanied by her father and aunt, at the expiration of the time that she had fixed. Dunwoodie and the clergyman were already there.
It is a delusion that nothing but death can destroy " Exhaustion compelled her to pause, and her auditors continued in breathless suspense, until, recovering her strength, she laid her hand on that of Frances, and continued more mildly, "Miss Wharton, if there breathes a spirit congenial to Dunwoodie's, and worthy of his love, it is your own."
"I know all that, of course; but you must not tell me that the particular, prim bachelor goes so often to General Dunwoodie's plantation merely for the sake of talking old soldier with your father.
Ay, I was mad when I saw him at the fireside, but he says to me, 'How would you like to be a gentleman yoursel', father? he says, and that so affected me 'at I'm to gie him his ain way." Another prisoner, Dave Langlands, was confronted with Dunwoodie. "John Dunwoodie's as innocent as I am mysel," Dave said, "and I'm most michty innocent. It wasna John but the Egyptian that gave the alarm.
They both relied so implicitly on the success of Dunwoodie's exertions, that they thought the act, on the part of their relative, extremely imprudent; but it was now too late to mend it.
There's a path to her back door, worn there by fellows who would tremble like a colt in the presence of a lady." Dunwoodie frowned whimsically. "Don't say a path. It must be just a trail a more or less indistinct trail." Blanchard looked almost excited. "It's a path, I tell you!" And then both men laughed suddenly though in Dunwoodie's laughter there was a note of deprecation and regret.
As the supporters of the nearly lifeless body of Dunwoodie's friend passed her, in their way to the apartment prepared for his reception, she caught a view of this seeming rival. His pale and ghastly countenance, sunken eye, and difficult breathing, gave her a glimpse of death in its most fearful form.
Gravely saluting the maiden, who was but partly false, he passed on to an apartment-house and to Dunwoodie's door, which was opened by Dunwoodie himself. In slippers and a tattered gown, he was Hogarthian. "I thought it a messenger!" he bitterly exclaimed. Jones smiled at him. "When a man of your eminence is not wrong, he is invariably right. I am a messenger."
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