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Miranda! we can have a bazaar right in this house! Every friend we've got, and every friend of the bat' Oh, come in, Flora Valcour! you're just in the nick o' time a second Kirby Smith at Manassas!" Thus came the free-gift lottery and bazaar of Callender House.
"Ah, Charlie Valcour!" thinks Anna; "oh, your poor sister!" while the eyes of Victorine take him in secretly and her voice is still for a whole minute. Hark! From the head of the column is wafted back a bugle-note, and everything stands.
Every one he is that, and they didn' got the name in Circus street neither, ha, ha! although Hello, Chahlie Valcour. Good-by, Chahlie. Don't ged shoot in the back ha, ha! A command! How eternally different from the voice of prattle. The crowd huddled back to either sidewalk, forced by the opening lines of the escort backed against it, till the long, shelled wagon-way gleamed white and bare.
At dawn he had risen resolved to make good his boast and "fight like a whale." Under orders of his own seeking he had left the battery the moment its tents were up and had taken boat for Mobile. Whence he had returned only just in time to stand beside Flora Valcour, preceded by a relative of the bridegroom paired with Anna.
Amid the much coming and going that troubled Israel tramp of spurred boots, clank of sabres, seeking, meeting and parting of couriers and aides Madame Valcour, outwardly placid, inwardly terrified, found opportunity to warn her granddaughter, softly, that unless she, the granddaughter, could get that look of done-for agony out of her eyes, the sooner and farther they fled this whole issue, this fearful entanglement, the better for them.
On the 11th of October the American flotilla was discovered, a short distance above Plattsburg and about twenty miles from the foot of the lake, drawn up between Valcour Island and the western shore, which are from one-half to three-fourths of a mile apart.
It's as if you were trying say in a telescope for a focus, and at last all at once it comes and there's your star!" The Northerner softly assented. "Fred! Fancy Flora Valcour with that smile!" "No! Hilary Kincaid, I think you were born to believe in every feminine creature God ever made. No wonder they nickname you as they do. Now, some girls are quite too feminine for me."
One night on the lake, as Louis and he floated lazily towards the island, he told the story. After enjoying a moonlight swim at the foot of the bluff, they were preparing to row over to Valcour when Honora's glorious voice rang out from the farmhouse on the hill above, singing to Mona's accompaniment. The two sat in delight.
The dawdling is all hers! Oh, I have it from the best authority, though I'm not at liberty " "My dear girl, you've been misled. The fault is all his. I know it from one who can't be mistaken." The damsel blushed worse. "Well, at any rate," she said, "the case doesn't in any slightest way involve Miss Valcour."
On a high roof above their apartment stood our Valcour ladies. "No uze to hope," cooed the grandmother to Flora, whose gaze clung to the tree-veiled top of Callender House. "It riffuse' to burn. 'Tis not a so inflammab' like that rope and tar." The rope and tar meant their own burnt ship.
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