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"We're both idiots," said Fanny. "Imbeciles." She paused, drying her eyes. "He liked the snowdrops you brought him," she said. Barbara thought: "And the snowdrops he brought me." He had caught cold that day, picking them. They had withered in the glass in her bedroom. She left Fanny, only to come upon Horry in his agony.
Tunis left the mate and Horry to carry on while he took the passenger ashore, meaning to spend the night himself at home with Aunt Lucretia. He stopped to get Eunez Pareta's father to harness up his old horse and transfer Miss Bostwick's trunk and bag to the Ball homestead. Eunez was in evidence as she always was when Tunis came by a bird of paradise indeed.
White may be hanged and all our houses burnt over our heads. We both secretly returned, she to the room where the young ladies were, and I to the piazza I had just left."*1* This little narrative will give some idea of the straits to which the good whig matrons of Carolina were sometimes reduced in those days. But no time was allowed Horry to extort the provisions as suggested.
When Barbara came back she would know what he was in for and be frightened, too. He would have been still more gratified if he had known that without him dinner was a miserable affair. Fanny showed that she was frightened, and her fear flattened down the high spirits of Ralph and Barbara and Horry, returned from their skating.
Horry does not seem to have been remiss in his duties, but about this time he fell sick, and, for some time before, he had been, and still was, somewhat wilful. There was an unhappy dispute between himself and Col. Mayham, touching rank and precedence.
Yours is a heart that laughter cheers, Mine is a heart that's full of tears. A moment later they heard him expostulating with some one at the water's edge, and then a child's treble rose on high. "No, no! I'm goin', too! I'm goin', too-o-o-o " "Hey! John Gale!" called Poleon. "Come 'ere! Ba gosh! You better horry, too! I can't hol' dis feller long."
The reader may be sure we gained no good will by our zeal in this affair; for it was a serious thing to the planters: and their wrath waxed exceedingly hot against us. Among that fleet of boats and flats that perished by our firebrands or hatchets, there were two that belonged to my excellent old uncle, colonel E. Horry.
She could see by his face that he was drawing her into some iniquitous, secret by-path of diversion. "There, just behind you. Turn round this way but don't look as if you'd spotted him.... Did you ever see anything like him? He's like a Newfoundland dog trying to look over a gate. It wouldn't be half so funny if he wasn't so dignified all the time." She didn't approve of Horry. He wasn't decent.
We had not rode far when Marion, after looking up to the sun, who was now past his half-way house, came suddenly to a halt, and said, "Well, come Horry, I feel both peckish and weary, and here is a fine shade, so let us go down and rest, and refresh ourselves a while." Whereupon I dismounted; and with the help of his servant, for his ankle was yet very crazy, got him down too.
Sergeant of the guard, bring me a file of men with loaded arms and fixed bayonets! 'I was silent! adds Horry: 'all our field officers in camp were present, and when the second refusal of the sword was given, they all put their hands to their swords in readiness to draw. My own sword was already drawn!"
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