The girl cast her eyes to the rafters. There, the nets hung in strings and mingled their tassled ends with the dry herbs. There, somewhere, were that other pair of hands upholding her. She lowered her eyes again to the man. "Don't you hear me talkin' to you?" he grated. "I said you were going today but if you tell me " He bit off his words, her apparent helplessness shaming him to silence.
You know, Rennie, the Union Army gives medals to those they think have earned them." "I've heard tell of that, suh." The General's hand, brown, strong, went to the officer's hat weighing down a pile of papers on the table. With a quick twist, Forrest ripped off the tassled gold cord which distinguished it, smoothing out the loop of bullion between thumb and forefinger.