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"Some believe it was captured by pirates, who carried Theodosia away to a foreign port." "That's an absurd theory!" declared Danvers. "But not impossible, my dear," put in Lucrèce. "I hope the poor lady was not carried away; drowning is preferable," said Evaleen. "You two wouldn't drown when you had a chance at Cypress Bayou," laughed the husband.
You say you sometime tell me the story I read, alas, too late." "Story? What story?" "Ah, my sweet friend pardon me pity Lucrèce. Mon soldat mon capitaine, you love heem he love you how shall we not hate us?" The captain made bold to approach the ladies. When his eyes met those of Lucrèce, Evaleen interpreted the silent language exchanged.
"Be easy, miss; we'll look after your friends by and by. I reckon they can take care of themselves, though." "Ladies fust, and gents next," interjected Sheldrake, leering at Evaleen. "We know how to be perlite to women. Don't we, cap? Specially to purty women. The young lady is right when she calls me and you gents, eh, cap?" "Shut your gab, and mind your oar," answered the chief.
Madam Blennerhassett said no more about him, though she noticed that at intervals Evaleen furtively glanced through an open window eastward down the long perspective of the shaded road. Burr tarried at Massac, spinning subtle webs to entangle human flies. He "lived along the line" of correspondence, keeping in touch with former associates and recent acquaintances.
His wide mouth opened with a grin of pleasure; he came forward with gangling strides. "By crackey, if it isn't the Arlingtons! Home from Virginia, Evaleen, to old Marietta, on a visit to the folks? You're looking peart. How do you all do?"
Evaleen came to her with appealing looks. "Please unlock the door and let us go. Here, take my purse. I will give you more if you will set us free all I have. You are a woman; have pity; let us go." Mex grasped the silken purse, keeping her eyes steadily on the beautiful pleader. "You window woman?" Evaleen, nonplussed, ventured to nod acquiescence with these unintelligible words.
Danvers?" repeated the absent-minded philosopher amiably. "Ah, yes. Captain Danvers is at present stopping at the Hale residence. My wife tells me that Evaleen and he are exceedingly devoted to each other. Naturally. You would be welcome, I assure you, if you should call. They are very hospitable."
On his return from Cincinnati he passed through Marietta, where he knows Evaleen lives, and made no effort to meet her, but rode by her house; I was with her on the porch, and we both saw him trot past on a black horse. He stared our way and must have identified us, yet he turned his face forward and spurred on." "Incredible! Your eyes deceived you." "No; it was Mr.
They pulled alongside the half-hull, and with great difficulty and risk succeeded in taking the girls aboard. Three of the four boat-hands on the barge at the time of the disaster perished in the funnel of the eddy. One swam ashore. Evaleen devoutly thanked the Divine Power for her deliverance. Lucrèce crossed herself. The French girl's anxiety was now all for her father.
The amused expression of Arlington indicated his appreciation of Byle's sentiments, but Evaleen could not smile when the distress of her much-beloved friend was the theme of conversation. The rich, beautiful, commanding lady, who had presided like an Eastern princess, in her luxurious island palace, was now struggling with adverse fate, on a cotton plantation, near Port Gibson, Mississippi.
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