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Down fell the apron, disclosing a face of so much distress, that for a moment the heart of the parson's wife failed her, but it must be done, "My child," she began very gently, "it is best that you should go to see Miss Parrott. She will be a good friend to you."
I had a battery of four twenty-pound Parrott guns, commanded by Captain Silversparre.
I found the battery stationed at New Market, on the north side of the James, near Dutch Gap. During my absence it had suffered the only serious loss of the kind it had experienced during the war the capture of all four of its twenty-pound Parrott guns at Deep Bottom. The horses, as usual, had been taken to the rear for safety.
Miss Parrott stepped into the apartment in stately fashion, her black silk gown crackling pleasantly as she walked, and seated herself very primly, as befitted her ancestry and bringing-up, in one of the stiff, high-backed chairs. And presently the parson, his garden clothes off and his best coat on, came in hurriedly to know his honored parishioner's bidding.
"And you must eat something," continued Miss Parrott, glancing at the little girl's plate, and with dreadful qualms at her old heart for having been severe. "If you don't, Rachel, Mrs. Henderson won't let you come here again." The solemn butler folded and unfolded his hands, while his face expressed the belief that such a calamity could possibly be borne.
Miss Parrott was just descending the stairs, her stiff, black silk skirt held high, before she set foot in the servants' quarters. "Child, child," she said in reproach, "what is the matter?" "Oh, I've lost the note I mean, I forgot it." Rachel flew to her and wailed it all out.
Yours," he continued, with another nod at Hiram, "is a bill o' sale of all the furniture, dishes, liv'ry critters and stable outfit. Take it all and git what you can out of it." "This ain't no way to do skip out like this," objected Hiram. "Well, it's my way," replied Mr. Parrott, stubbornly, "and, seein' that you've got security and all there is, I don't believe you can stop me." Mr.
"Oh, no, she isn't," declared Rachel promptly, turning her mind again to the ancient doll; "my child is pretty and she shuts her eyes. She isn't a bit like yours." "Well, Priscilla was always pretty to me," said Miss Parrott, astonished that she felt so little the slight to her child. "Well, now, Rachel, we will put the doll aside. You may lay it on the bed and then come back here."
When the old brougham drew up in front of the colonial door, Miss Parrott let her hands fall away from the time-stained piano-keys. "It can't surely be time for you to go, Rachel."
Now the Valkyr seemed to have crept up to within the quarter of a mile of the biplane, and was boring on at a tremendous pace, its single spread of wings on an approximate level with that of the lower plane of the Parrott. But this last was rising steadily.... The driver's seat of the Valkyr held a muffled, burly figure that might be anybody De Morbihan, Ekstrom, or any other homicidal maniac.
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