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And where does she live?" "On the Halifax road, some miles from the Rowanty." "In the lines of the enemy, then?" "Something like it." "Humph!" "Don't disturb yourself about that, Surry. I have sent out a scouting party who are clearing the country. Their pickets are back to Reams's by this time, and there is little danger." "At all events, we'll share any, Mohun. Forward!"
"It was many years ago, sir; I do not like to speak of these things. He is a terrible man, they say." "You can speak to me, Amanda. I will repeat nothing; nor will Colonel Surry." The singular woman looked from Mohun to me, evidently hesitating. Then she seemed suddenly to make up her mind, and said, with her eternal smile: "I will tell you, then, sir.
A few terrible seconds, and then Jack overtook them, eaught the horse by the bridle, and stopped him; and the blood which the cruel bit had brought when the spade cut deep, stained Jack's white clothes red where it fell. "Slack, Surry! Come on!" he cried, his voice harsh with the stress of that moment.
Nor do he understand Latin, and so is not capable of the place as formerly, now all warrants do run in Latin. Nor is he in Kent, though he be of Deptford parish, his house standing in Surry. However, I did bring him to incline towards it, if he be pressed to take it.
"No, I fancy not," replied Mrs. Elton, with a most satisfied smile. "I never heard any county but Surry called so." Emma was silenced. "My brother and sister have promised us a visit in the spring, or summer at farthest," continued Mrs. Elton; "and that will be our time for exploring. While they are with us, we shall explore a great deal, I dare say.
It was he that John Esten Cooke immortalized in "Surry of Eagle's Nest" and was killed at the battle of Chancellorsville. He was a native of Laurens County. The duties of picketing were the first features of our army life that looked really like war.
So, conversing of a thousand things, we return to the Oaks wandering like boy and girl through the "happy autumn fields." May Surry flits through the old doorway and disappears. As she goes the sun sinks behind the forest. But it will rise, as she will, to-morrow! The smiling Colonel Beverly meets me on the threshold, with a note in his hand.
He had originally been quartered at Sydney, and had fought many bitter battles with the notorious "pushes" of Bondi, Surry Hills and The Rocks. After that, duty at Ninemile was child's play, and he never ran in fewer than two drunks at a time; it was beneath his dignity to be seen capturing a solitary inebriate.
"I am going to take you to see a somewhat singular character," he said. "Who is he?" "It is a woman." "Ah!" "And a very strange one, I promise you, my dear Surry." "Lead on, I'll follow thee!" "Good! and I declare to you, I think Shakespeare would have examined this human being with attention." "She is a phenomenon, then?" "Yes." "A witch?" "No, an epileptic; at least I think so." "Indeed!
After a few moments' conversation, they had then saluted a second time. Lee, followed by his staff, rode toward his quarters; and Stuart set out to return to his own. We had ridden about half a mile, when Stuart turned his head and called me. I rode to his side. "I wish you would ride down toward Beverly's Ford, Surry," he said, "and tell Mordaunt to keep a bright lookout to-night.
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