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In a letter dated Culpeper, July 26th, to my brother's wife, my father thus urges resignation: "I received, last night, my darling daughter, your letter of the 18th from 'Hickory Hill.... You must not be sick while Fitzhugh is away, or he will be more restless under his separation.
"As I believe, she would not have had the dress had not Cate told Cicely Hyde, who is so intimate with Mary Cavendish," said my Lady Culpeper. "I had it from my lord's sister that 'twas the newest fashion in London. How else would the chit have heard of it, I pray?" "How else, indeed?" asked the burgess's wife. "And here my poor Cate must go in her old murrey-coloured petticoat," said my lady.
At sight of Lawrence they groaned, and Miss Culpeper found it necessary to hold her big velvet bag before her face to conceal the blushes of indignation which she felt suffusing her venerable features when she beheld the horrid author of a kind of trouble to which, on account of her years and estate, she could never hope to contribute save as a party of the third part.
"She seemed to me very ordinary," she answered stiffly. "How could Gideon Vetch's daughter be anything else?" "Yes, it's a pity about her father," admitted Margaret placidly. "If what Mr. Benham thinks is true, I suppose the Governor has agreed not to interfere in this dreadful strike." Again Mrs. Culpeper sniffed. "Every one knows he is merely a tool in the hands of those people," she said.
By this system the hauling of forage for the supply train was almost wholly dispensed with. They consumed theirs at the depots. I left Culpeper Court House after all the troops had been put in motion, and passing rapidly to the front, crossed the Rapidan in advance of Sedgwick's corps; and established headquarters for the afternoon and night in a deserted house near the river.
Again the figure crossed the firelight between the muslin curtains, and to Stephen Culpeper, standing alone in the snow outside, that large impending presence embodied all that he and his kind had hated and feared for generations. It embodied among other disturbances the law of change; and to Stephen and his race of pleasant livers the two sinister forces in the universe were change and death.
Along the pathway across the meadow meandered three feminine figures attired in the quaint raiment of those remote Colonial times Mistress Carter, her daughter Mistress Fairfax, and another neighbor, the antique and angular Miss Dorcas Culpeper, spinster.
Among the men from Perquimans who took part in this disturbance, known in history as Culpeper's Rebellion, were George Durant, Alexander Lillington, Samuel Pricklove, Jenkins, Sherrell and Greene. So successfully did they and their comrades strive against Miller's tyranny, that that worthy was driven out of Carolina, and the reins of government fell into the hands of Culpeper and Durant.
"I cannot imagine," said Corinna primly, "that Stephen could ever be foolish. It gives me hope of him." Impaling her, as if she had been a butterfly, with a glance as sharp as a needle, Mrs. Culpeper demanded sternly, "How much do you know of this affair, my dear?" In spite of her natural courage Corinna was seized with a shiver of apprehension. "Do you think it is an affair?" she asked.
"Well, he has had a word with Margaret anyway, and he ought to thank me for that." "Dear Margaret," murmured Mrs. Culpeper, "she is looking so sweet to-night." Here and there hung a family portrait, one of Amanda Culpeper, a famous English beauty, with a long nose and a short upper lip, not unlike Victoria's.
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