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It was midnight when the buckboard stopped in front of the company house where Mrs. Van Zandt and Henry Hard assisted the drowsy Polly out of the wagon, while Scott painstakingly performed the introductions. "Nothing to eat since noon!" gasped Mrs. Van Zandt, in horror. "What on earth was old lady Morgan thinking of? Mr.
She opened it to Major Van Zandt, white and so colorless as to bring out once more the faint red line made by her riding-whip two days before, as if it had risen again in accusation. The blood dropped out of her cheeks as she gazed at him in silence. "An escort of dragoons," said Major Van Zandt slowly, and with military precision, "has just arrived, bringing with them one Capt.
"The less a man has to do in this world, the harder it seems to be for him to get to his meals on time." "Ain't it the truth?" remarked Adams, with feeling. He was a short, chubby youngster, with a twinkling blue eye. "If it was me, I could whistle for my supper, but seeing it's him, he gets fed up, the beggar!" "Too bad about you!" sniffed Mrs. Van Zandt.
"I was about to say that Major Van Zandt, as a gentleman, has known how to fully excuse the natural impulses of a daughter," continued Washington, with a look of perfect understanding; "but let me now satisfy you on another point, where it would seem we greatly differ." He walked to the door, and summoned his servant, to whom he gave an order.
Yet it was singular that she felt more confused when, a few moments later, the conversation turned upon Major Van Zandt: it was still more singular that she even felt considerably frightened at that confusion. Finally she found herself listening with alternate irritability, shame, and curiosity, to praises of that gentleman, of his courage, his devotion, and his personal graces.
"Ready to spring up in a single night," laughed Thankful. "But no; get up, major! What would the fine ladies of Morristown say of your kneeling at the feet of a country girl, the play and sport of every fine gentleman? What if Mistress Bolton should see her own cavalier, the modish Major Van Zandt, proffering his affections to the disgraced sweetheart of a perjured traitor?
Van Zandt was as angry as the other two. "That key couldn't get out of this house to-night without my knowing it. He's brainy enough to get out without help, that fellow." "He may be brainy, but he's hardly brilliant enough to go through a locked door," said Scott, obstinately. "Somebody let him out, that's all.
Van Zandt if he would value a seat in the Senate of these United States, rather than a lynching rope! So much do I value your honorable acquaintance with Mr. Polk and with Mr.
"It may have been sickness of some sort," I answered. She looked at me, without saying anything more, and we stepped on board the boat, after I had guided her over the precarious footing of a loose plank which, however, she tackled bravely. From Miss Helen Jelliffe to Miss Jane Van Zandt
I reached down, removed the other shoe with its note, hid it in my handkerchief thank Providence for the fashion of so much lace and so, not in wine, Monsieur, as you may believe, and somewhat anxious, as you may also believe, expecting to hear at once of an encounter between Van Zandt and the Mexican minister, Señor Almonte, or his attaché Yturrio, or between one of them and some one else, I made my adieux I will warrant the only woman in her stocking feet who bowed for Mr.
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