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Give to my brother his liberty on parole, and I will this day go with you to the altar, follow you to the camp, and, in becoming a soldier's bride, learn to endure a soldier's privations." Dunwoodie seized the hand which the blushing girl, in her ardor, had extended towards him, and pressed it for a moment to his bosom; then rising from his seat, he paced the room in excessive agitation.
Angrily the old man turned tail, collided with Paliser, apologised furiously, damning him beneath his breath, damning Dunwoodie, damning the house committee, damning the club. "Are you to dine here?" Jones asked Ogston, who swore gently, declaring that, worse luck, he was due at his aunt's. "But you are," Jones told Lennox. "Come on and I'll make your hair stand on end."
"Peace, with all this nonsense of Singleton's orderly, Mr. Mason," cried Dunwoodie, impatiently; "let him learn to wait the orders of his superiors." "I beg pardon in his name, Major Dunwoodie," said the subaltern; "but, like myself, he was in error. We both thought it was the order of General Heath, to attack and molest the enemy whenever he ventured out of his nest."
"Yes, 'tis the act of Washington himself; these are his characters; his very name is here, to sanction the dreadful deed." "Cruel, cruel Washington!" cried Miss Peyton. "How has familiarity with blood changed his nature!" "Blame him not," said Dunwoodie; "it is the general, and not the man; my life on it, he feels the blow he is compelled to inflict." "I have been deceived in him," cried Frances.
On joining Miss Peyton, Frances learned that Dunwoodie was not yet returned; although, with a view to relieve Henry from the importunities of the supposed fanatic, he had desired a very respectable divine of their own church to ride up from the river and offer his services.
Wharton; but those which had intersected the vale below were now generally a pile of ruins, over which the horses of the Virginians would bound with the fleetness of the wind. Occasionally a short line yet preserved its erect appearance; but as none of those crossed the ground on which Dunwoodie intended to act, there remained only the slighter fences of rails to be thrown down.
"You have practiced so much, and so successfully, Major Dunwoodie, that it is no wonder you excel in deceiving the credulity of my sex," returned Frances, attempting a smile, which the tremulousness of her muscles smothered at birth. "Am I a villain, Miss Wharton, that you receive me with such language? When have I ever deceived you, Frances?
In a protest which was quite futile, Jones raised a hand. "The notary is unnecessary, I know that. I know also that a dying declaration is not the best evidence, but " "Do you at least know that the declarant is dead?" Jones, who favoured the dramatic, nodded. "He died in my arms." Dunwoodie took it in and took it out. "It is curious how crime leads to bad taste." Jones leaned forward.
Dunwoodie again ran his eyes over the severity of her costume. "You think it would be inadequate?" But Cassy was angry. "I don't think anything about it. Whether it would or would not be adequate, does not make the slightest difference. I won't take it." "Ha! And why not?" Cassy fumed. "Why not? But isn't it evident?
The voice of Dunwoodie never lost its authority with his inferiors; and the applause which followed his song, though by no means so riotous as that which succeeded the effort of the captain, was much more flattering.
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