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Updated: June 12, 2025
Between the two rivers, south-west of Port Republic, were the Confederate trains, parked in the open fields. Here was Carrington's battery, with a small escort; and now the cavalry had fled there were no other troops, save a single company of the 2nd Virginia, on this side the Shenandoah. The squadron which headed the Federal advanced guard was accompanied by two guns.
The Countess had sealed Miss Carrington's mouth by one of her most dexterous strokes. On leaving the dinner-table over-night, and seeing that Caroline's attack would preclude their instant retreat, the gallant Countess turned at bay. A word aside to Mr. George Uplift, and then the Countess took a chair by Miss Carrington.
Not being able to get his ring off his finger rather worried me, but I put that right by an advertisement in the paper saying I'd lost it!" He was arrested by the look on Carrington's face. "What happened?" he exclaimed. "Do you mean to say that gave me away?" "Those superfluous precautions generally give people away." "But how?" "It doesn't matter now. You'll learn later. What next?"
There was an effrontery about this challenge which surprised her, and if she did not check it on the spot, there was no saying how much trouble it might give her. Then unlocking the drawer of the writing-desk at her elbow, she took out Carrington's letter and handed it to Mr. Ratcliffe. "Here is such an example which has come to my knowledge very lately.
Cicily was flushed with chagrin, as she spoke falteringly, with an apologetic inflection: "Oh, the president has to be elected? I beg your pardon! I thought it was like the army, and went by age." At this unfortunate explanation, the simper of gratified vanity on Mrs. Carrington's features vanished as if by magic. She stiffened visibly, as she acridly ejaculated a single word: "Really!"
Ned heaved a sigh of relief, and for an instant a smile flitted across Carrington's face. It seemed as though he were amused at such a tribute to the opinion of a mere chance visitor. "And Sir Malcolm?" enquired Ned. Carrington shook his head. "I have no means of judging yet." Ned glanced at him quickly. "Do you expect to get hold of a means?"
In some way the woman had learned of the substitution, and had tried to use her knowledge for blackmail. Nina Carrington's own story died with her, but, however it happened, it was clear that she had carried her knowledge to Halsey the afternoon Gertrude and I were looking for clues to the man I had shot on the east veranda.
The Matabele, of whom we shall speak later on, soon got to distinguish Baden-Powell from the rest of Sir Frederick Carrington's troops in 1896. They christened him "Impessa" then, and to this day he is spoken of by the Kaffirs with awe and admiration as the "Wolf that never Sleeps."
Then I talked like a father to old Sutherland and fixed everything up with him. And then I sent my wire to you." "And you deliberately tell me you got there as much by good luck as good guidance?" Carrington's eyes thoughtfully followed his smoke rings. "I can see the luck at every turn," he answered, "and though I'd like to believe in the guidance, I'm hanged if it's quite as distinct!"
"Miss Carrington has, under ordinary circumstances, made an excellent point, and I want you all to notice it," said the principal. "We are an educational institution here on the hill. If we were giving a class play, or anything like that, I should vote for Miss Carrington's idea. At such a time something primarily educational should be in order.
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