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He is ably nursed. We have got old Nancy, Hester's mother, to stay with him at night, and Mrs. Brice divides the day with Miss Jinny Carvel, who comes in from Bellegarde every afternoon." "Miss Carvel?" exclaimed Stephen, wondering if he heard aright. And at the mention of her name he tingled. "None other, sir," answered Mr. Brinsmade. "She has been much honored for it.
His bright uniform was creased and soiled and muddy, his face unshaven, and dark rings of weariness under his eyes. "Do you know if Clarence Colfax has gone home?" Mr. Brinsmade inquired. "Clarence is an idiot," cried George, ill-naturedly. Mr. Brinsmade, of all the prisoners here, he refused to take the parole, or the oath of allegiance. He swears he will remain a prisoner until he is exchanged."
Then he drew a line from Columbus to Bowling Green, through Forts Donelson and Henry. "Now, Stephen," said he, "there's the Rebel line. Show me the proper place to break it." Stephen hesitated a while, and then pointed at the centre. "Good!" said the General. "Very good!" He drew a heavy line across the first, and it ran almost in the bed of the Tennessee River. He swung on Mr. Brinsmade.
He paused, for she did not seem to hear him. She was gazing at the distant lights moving on the river. Had he come one step farther? but he did not. Presently she knew that he was speaking again, in the same measured tone. "Had Miss Brinsmade told me that my presence here would cause you annoyance, I should have stayed away. I hope that you will think nothing of the the mistake at the gate.
Brinsmade was silent, leaning back in the corner of the carriage, and Virginia absorbed in her own thoughts. Drawing near the city, that dreaded sound, the rumble of drums, roused them. A shot rang out, and they were jerked violently by the starting of the horses. As they dashed across Walnut at Seventh came the fusillade. Virginia leaned out of the window.
There is something I wis to do in town." "I'll drive her in, Pa," said Jack. "You're too old. Will you go with me, Jinny?" "Of course, Jack." "But you must eat some breakfast, Jinny," said Mrs Brinsmade, glancing anxiously at the girl. Mr. Brinsmade put down his newspaper. "Where was Stephen Brice last night, Jack?" he asked. "I understood Anne to say that he had spoke; of coming late."
For the girl was worn out with watching at the hospitals, and with tending the destitute mothers and children from the ranks of the refugees. The Brinsmade place was not far from the Fair Grounds, now a receiving camp for the crude but eager regiments of the Northern states. To Mr.
Would you bar any gentleman from your house on account of his convictions?" Ah, Virginia, who had thought to hear that argument from your lips? What would frank Captain Lige say of the consistency of women, if he heard you now? And how give an account of yourself to Anne Brinsmade? What contrariness has set you so intense against your own argument? Before one can answer this, before Mr.
That evening, some young people came in to tea, two of the four big Catherwood boys, Anne Brinsmade and her brother Jack, Puss Russell and Bert, and Eugenie Renault. But Virginia lost her temper. In an evil moment Puss Russell started the subject of the young Yankee who had deprived her of Hester.
"And, sir," said he, "you may thank the young man who lives next door to you Mr. Brice, I believe for saving your son's life." "Stephen Brice!" exclaimed Mr, Brinsmade, in astonishment. Virginia felt Anne's hand tighten But her own was limp. A hot wave swept over her, Was she never to hear the end of this man. "Yes, sir, Stephen Brice," answered Mr. Sherman.
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