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Rhett Sempland was deeply in love with Miss Fanny Glen. His full consciousness of that fact shaded his attempted mastery by ever so little. He was sure of the state of his affections and by that knowledge the weaker, for Fanny Glen was not at all sure that she was in love with Rhett Sempland.
"I am as ready, as anxious, to go as I ever was. But Sempland sir, I would stake my life on his fidelity." "It may be so. I can wait no longer. Will you go, or shall I give up the expedition?" "Rather than that, sir," said one of his staff officers, "if Major Lacy hesitates, let me go." "Enough!" said Lacy. "Will you explain to Sempland how it came about? Good-by."
Sempland," she said softly at last, in sheer desperation. He turned on his heel as suddenly as if he had been moved by a spring, and faced her. He had been longing for a chance to recede from his position. "Miss Glen," he answered with depressing coldness. "You you don't seem very glad to see me, sir."
I have learned from a picket boat that was captured last night by our patrols, that nothing was seen of the David after the explosion." "Poor Lacy!" said Sempland. "Well, sir, he died the death of his choice." "Yes," said Beauregard, "little in life became him as the ending of it." A little silence fell between the two in the room. "And I might have been there," said Sempland at last.
"Open instantly!" he said again, "unless you would see your mistress die!" That was a threat the men could not resist. In a second the door was opened. The awe-struck faces of the blacks peered into the room. "Throw down your arms, here at my feet, you black hounds!" shouted Sempland. "Quick! Or I fire!" Instantly knife, pistol, and bludgeon clattered on the floor at his feet.
"Open this door instantly, you black dog! Where is Miss Glen?" "She's a-comin', suh." "I wish to see her immediately!" he cried imperiously, kicking and battering again upon the door in furious rage, which was stilled the instant he heard her voice outside. "Mr. Sempland?" "What is the meaning of this action, this outrage, Miss Glen?" he cried. "You sent for me. I came. Why am I locked in here?
"It's in my blood, I tell you! It is not all my fault. Yet there is good in me, enough good to make me go mad if I stop to think of it. I want some way to get out of this life with honor. I leave the field for you." "She doesn't love " "You're a fool, Sempland forgive me about that woman. I know women better than you.
Such a combination of manly beauty with unshakable courage and reckless audacity was not often seen as Lacy exhibited. Sempland was homely. Lacy had French and Irish blood in him, and he showed it. Sempland was a mixture of sturdy Dutch and English stock. Yet if women found Lacy charming they instinctively depended upon Sempland.
Suddenly he heard footsteps, the clanking of a sword, a word or two exchanged between the sentry and a newcomer, in the corridor. Some one turned the handle of the door. It was opened. Sempland instantly stood at attention, then folded his arms with great dignity, expecting, of course, to confront some one sent to fetch him to the opening session of the court.
"Why, that about my not having had a chance, you know." "Oh, that was a trifle." "I know. But not many men would have said it at the time." "I tell you what it is, Sempland. I like you, I always have liked you. When I er dropped out of the old set, you know, before the war, I didn't mind giving up any one so much as you. And I was sorry for you to-night. You hadn't had a chance.
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