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Something is on fire, evidently. I hope it is not Paigecourt." "God forbid!" The doctor looked hard at the fiery sky, but said nothing more. "How is Stephen?" asked the younger man earnestly. "Better." "Is he going to get well?" Dr. Benton thought a moment.
They were ve'y happy here and quite safe and well treated. . . . And everyone has deserted, old and young! toting their bundles and baskets on their silly haids every negro on Paigecourt plantation, every servant in this house except Peter and Sadie has gone with the contrabands . . . I'm sure I don't know what these soldiers are cooking in the kitchen.
"It was your father's house?" "It was my father's home befo' he was married." "Oh. Who owns your father's house the one he lived in after he was married?" "Mrs. Paige." "She is your sister-in-law? Your brother inherited this house? And it is called Marye Mead, isn't it?" "Yes." "It is not occupied?" "No." "Is Paigecourt your own house ah occupied?" "It is." "By an overseer?" "By a housekeeper.
"There is no immediate danger here at Paigecourt, but the army is turning this landing into a vast pest hole. It's deadly unhealthy. I wish you to go home just as soon as I can secure transportation " "And let them burn Paigecourt? Who is there to look after " "We'll have to take such chances, Celia.
Their talk had been of Paige and Marye, of Paigecourt and the advisability of selling all stock, dismissing the negroes, and closing the place with the exception of the overseer's house. And Celia had made arrangements to attend to it. "I certainly do despise travelling," she said, "but while I'm so near, I reckon I'd better use my pass and papers and try to go through to Paigecourt.
When Celia scornfully informed Ailsa what had happened, the latter looked worried. "You see," she said, "how easily trouble is created. Somehow the Government has learned about your coming here." "Oh, I had to have a pass." "Of course. And somebody has informed somebody that you own Paigecourt, and that you hold slaves there, and therefore you might be a suspicious person.
We're learning. . . . By the way, you didn't know that Ailsa Paige had been to Paigecourt, did you?" "When?" "Recently. . . . She's another fine woman. She never had an illness worse than whooping cough. I know because I've always been her physician. Normally she's a fine, wholesome woman, Berkley but she told a falsehood. . . . You are not the only liar south of Dixon's damnable Line!"
I don't know where we are expected to land, or where we are going to march after we do land." . . . He smiled again, mischievously. "Even if you believe that a Yankee army is not likely to get very far into Virginia, Paigecourt is too near Richmond for me to feel entirely sure that you may not have another visit from Stephen and me before you start North."
He made a vague gesture toward the west, stood looking for a while, then turned and walked slowly on with head lowered. "I wish my mother and Ailsa were back in New York," said the boy fretfully. "I don't see why the whole family should get into hot water at the same time." "It wouldn't surprise me very much if Ailsa's ambulance landed beside your mother's door at Paigecourt," said Berkley.
"He is." "You have a son serving in that regiment?" "Yes." "Private soldier?" "Yes." "You are not a volunteer nurse?" "No." "Your sister-in-law, Mrs. Paige, is?" "Yes." "Now, Mrs. Craig" but he could not succeed in swaggering, with her calm, contemptuous eyes taking his measure "now, Mrs. Craig, is it true that you own, a mansion called Paigecourt near Richmond?" "I do."
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