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Heywood never can be here again, it would be better nothing should be left to remind them of the bloody doings of yesterday. "'And what other name would you give it? I asked. "'If it was left to me, Mr. Ronayne, replied the corporal; 'I would call it HARDSCRABBLE, on account of the hard struggle the fellows must have had with Mr.
Perhaps it is the effect of my ride in the heat of the sun. Shall we go on. It is nearly sunset, and I dread your being exposed to the night-air." "Oh! it is so delicious," softly returned the invalid; "I feel as if I had not lived for the last twelve months, until now. Only a little while longer, shall I not, Mr. Ronayne?
The junior subaltern was Ensign Ronayne, a high-spirited young Southerner, who had now been three years at the post, and within that period, had, by his frank demeanor, and handsome person, won the regard of all military and civil there and in the neighborhood.
Yet, what do I say," she pursued, in a tone of deep sorrow, "I lament the flowers; yes, Ronayne, because they have thriven under your care, and yet, I forget that my father perhaps no longer lives; that my beloved mother's death may be the early consequence of this removal. Yet think me not selfish. Think me not ungrateful. Come what may, you will yet be left to me.
Say nothing of this, however, and least of all to Ronayne." "Not a word, dearest. Good bye for the present. I must look after the dinner. You know who dines with us." A look expressive of the deep sense she entertained of the consideration of her friend, was the only commentary of Miss Heywood, as she passed into her mother's apartment. It was now the middle of May.
"I shall certainly write a book about this when I get back into the civilized world, and entitle it 'The Loves of the Handsome Waunangee, and the Beautiful American." "You had better write 'The Loves of the Fat Von Vottenberg, and his Mistress, Whisky Punch," remarked Ronayne, peevishly, for in spite of himself, he felt annoyed at an observation, which he thought delicacy might have spared.
"Ronayne, dear Ronayne, I am satisfied fully, wholly satisfied, and as you observe, the assurance which you have now given me, will form my chief support under this double affliction," and she pointed, weeping, to her mother, whose scarcely perceptible breathing alone attested that she lived.
There, that's a dear. Lean your head against my shoulder. Don Bombastes speaks!" "No sign of Mr. Ronayne yet?" demanded Captain Headley, his back turned to the slowly advancing officer, whose proximity not one of the men seemed inclined to announce, possibly because they feared rebuke for insubordination. Mr.
"Ronayne, you know you must have known your whole conduct throughout this affair, proves you must have known of my poor father's death, and of his rude almost insulting burial in that fatal spot. How he came hither, you best can tell. Oh! Harry, it is very cruel thus to have reposed the confidence of the entire soul, and then to have been disappointed.
Nor was she at all re-assured by the tone of commiseration in which, after drawing a chair to her side, and affectionately pressing her hand, he inquired after her own and her mother's health. "Why, George," said Mrs. Elmsley, who remarked this change in her friend, and in some degree divined the cause, "where are Mr. Ronayne and the doctor?
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