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He seemed to be able to drop them just where he pleased and there was no time, day or night, when the citizens of that doomed city had not good reason to expect that they might receive one of Gilmore's compliments, as we used to call them.
Fenwick did prevail, and then the parson became the other bondsman himself. He had been strongly advised, by Gilmore, by Gilmore's uncle, the prebendary at Salisbury, and by others, not to put himself forward in this position.
As she went out of the gate, she wondered where she would be that hour the next day, and then the struggle began again. Moreover, she bought some new gloves travelling gloves to match her gray dress. In the afternoon she and Jane Barclay sat on the wide porch of the Barclay home. "Gilmore's going to be in the city all this week," said Jane, biting a thread in her sewing. "Is he?" replied Molly.
Nothing unusual had ever happened to me; friends of mine had sometimes sailed the high seas of adventure or skirted the coasts of chance, but all of the shipwrecks had occurred after a woman passenger had been taken on. "Ergo," I had always said "no women!" I repeated it to myself that evening almost savagely, when I found my thoughts straying back to the picture of John Gilmore's granddaughter.
His glance did not quite meet Gilmore's, but the moment Gilmore shifted his gaze, that moment Joe's small, bright blue eyes sought the gambler's.
Carleton knew that after Gilmore's "swamp angel" and investing forces had done their work, Charleston must soon be empty. He longed to see the old flag wave once more over Sumter. So, bidding farewell to Sherman's army, he took the steamer Fulton at Port Royal, which was to stop on her way to New York at the blockading fleet off Charleston. Happy choice!
The certainty of his condition will pull him through at last." Two days after this Mrs. Fenwick put Miss Marrable's letter into Mr. Gilmore's hand, having perceived that it was specially written that it might be so treated. She kept it in her pocket till she should chance to see him, and at last handed it to him as she met him walking on his own grounds. "I have a letter from Loring," she said.
There was something, a look on Gilmore's handsome cruel face, he did not understand but which filled him with miserable foreboding. "What's that, about Marsh and me keeping you here?" inquired Gilmore. "You got to leave me loose " "So you told him that?" "I had to tell him somethin'. My old woman made an awful fuss! They had to throw water on her; Shrimp took her home in an express-wagon.
In her present mood, she was accessible to every passing influence, and to-day it was Gilmore's fate to find her both penitent and rebellious, but he could not know this, he only knew that she was quieter than usual. He seated himself at her side, and his eyes, eager and animated, fed on her beauty.
They were beautiful singers, and entertained us almost every evening while we remained there. This, with one exception, was the only sound that gave us any pleasure. We could hear the boom of Gilmore's guns on Morris Island, and watch the course of the shell he was every fifteen minutes tossing into the doomed city.
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