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But for whatever reason she had acted as she had, she had failed after all, for another had taken Sempland's part, and the flagship, if the David succeeded, was doomed. Her sacrifice was unavailing. She had lost everything. Sempland had shrunk away from her when she had confronted him and the general on the wharf, and when she had recovered consciousness he was gone.
He did not understand. He would await developments. Something was in the wind, certainly. What could it be? "Captain Sempland," said the general, formally, advancing further into the room, followed by the rest, "you are relieved from arrest, sir, and " "Captain Sempland?" murmured Sempland in great surprise. "Yes, sir, Captain Sempland," with marked emphasis on the title.
"Where did you go after the letter was written?" No answer. "Major Lacy said " began the general, changing his tactics. "Did he tell you?" cried Sempland, in sudden alarm and great dismay. "He knew then?" exclaimed the general, triumphant in his clew. "No, he didn't tell. He never will tell now.
Well, no, not exactly that, either. I love her, God knows, but the devil's got me in his grip and " "I can't understand it," said Sempland, vaguely. "Of course you can't. You're so strong and so self-contained such as you never can understand such as I. But to be a drunkard, and a gambler, and a " He stopped and threw up his hands, and then dropped them heavily by his side.
Yes, he would be under obligation, too, this Union sailor, for to Sempland would be due his possession of Fanny Glen.
They stayed there perhaps five minutes, at least until the blockade-runners, none of them showing a light of any description, could get under way in obedience to a lantern signal from the general and noiselessly slip down the bay in the wake of the frail little craft which it was hoped would be able to clear the path for them. "Now," said Beauregard, turning away at last, "for Mr. Sempland.
Lieutenant Rhett Sempland, under arrest, in confinement, awaiting trial, alone and unvisited by any one, which meant Fanny Glen, felt that morning as if he had indeed lost everything.
Sempland envied him his rest, with his brave companions in arms in the desperate sea venture, beneath the cool, green waters of the ocean that laved their beloved shore. Well, there was no use in worrying or speculating any longer. It would all be over soon now. He was sufficiently experienced as a soldier to know what would happen to him.
She hated Rhett Sempland; per contra, at that moment, she loved Harry Lacy. For Harry Lacy was he about whom the difference began. Rhett Sempland, confident of his own affection and hopeful as to hers, had attempted, with masculine futility and obtuseness, to prohibit the further attentions of Harry Lacy.
I will not have the Wabash blown up. There is a a " "Another man?" shouted Sempland. "You are a coquette! Let me out, I say! I will get out! My God, was ever a man in such a situation?" He beat and hammered on the massive door until his bruised hands bled again. He shook it in its frame like a madman. He was exhausted by the violence of his efforts and of his passion.
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