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From our prisoners in the late action, we got completely armed; a couple of English muskets, with bayonets and cartouch-boxes, to each of us, with which we retreated into Britton's Neck. We had not been there above twenty-four hours before news was brought us by a trusty friend, that the tories, on Pedee, were mustering, in force, under a captain Barfield.
"I only ask you to be careful," said I, blunderingly. She laughed aloud: her merriest, most distracting gurgle. "And now will you be good enough to tell me who I am?" she asked, after a few minutes. "That is, who am I supposed to be?" "Oh," said I uneasily, "you are really nobody. You are Britton's wife." "What! Does Britton know it?" "Yes," said I, with a wry smile.
Orchestral concerts in those days did not exist; concerts of any kind were rare, and the best were to be heard in that historic room over Thomas Britton's small coal shop, in Clerkenwell, where Handel himself sometimes played on a chamber-organ for the genuine musical enthusiasts of London society. It was no wonder that Italian opera became fashionable.
She was not blind to the fact that young Luke Britton of Broxton came to Hayslope Church on a Sunday afternoon on purpose that he might see her; and that he would have made much more decided advances if her uncle Poyser, thinking but lightly of a young man whose father's land was so foul as old Luke Britton's, had not forbidden her aunt to encourage him by any civilities.
I think I glared. What right had he to meddle in Britton's affairs? "I am afraid your fancy draws a rather long bow, Mr. Pless," said I, coldly. He was at once apologetic. "If I offend, Mr. Smart, pray forgive me. You are quite justified in rebuking me. Shall we return to our own ladies?" Nothing could have been more adroit than the way he accused me in that concluding sentence.
A fierce struggle ensued for a moment between the two men, which ended in John Britton's disarming his friend, Kate meanwhile keeping Walcott at bay as he sought in the momentary confusion to effect an escape. Once calmed, Mr. Underwood, notwithstanding Mr. Britton's protestations, sullenly refused to prosecute Walcott.
It did not seem at all likely, but we made inquiries of the station agent. To my surprise and to Britton's infernal British delight there was a fast train, with connections from the north, arriving in half an hour. It was, however, an hour late, owing to the storm. "Do you mean that it will arrive at two o'clock?" I demanded in dismay.
Under Mr. Britton's supervision, soon after his arrival, the great double parlors, which had not been used since the funeral of Mrs.
"May I offer you a brandy and soda?" asked Mr. Pless, tapping sharply on the table top with his seal ring. Instantly his French valet, still bearing faint traces of the drubbing he had sustained at Britton's hands, appeared in the bedchamber door. "Thank you, no," I made haste to say. "I am on the water wagon." "I beg your pardon," said Mr. Pless in perplexity. "I am not drinking, Mr.
They had reached the offices; the carriage stopped, but not before Kate's hand had sought and found the stranger's in silent token that she understood. Kate, on leaving her carriage, directed the driver to go back to The Pines to await Mr. Britton's return and bring him immediately to the office.
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