Love under Fire by Randall Parrish
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me nearer our lines at Jonesboro than where we then were. Indeed
foraging parties were covering much of the territory between, and it was the nearest point where I could cross the stream otherwise than by swimming. "Are you going to Jonesboro?" I asked. She nodded silently. "Then may I ride that far with you?" I asked, rather doubtful of what she would say to such a request. "Of course you will be aiding the enemy, for I expect to discover some of our troops in that neighborhood." "How can I help myself?" banteringly. "You are a man, and armed. Practically I am your prisoner." "Oh, I don't want you to feel that way toward me. I have acted as a gentleman, have I not, ever since I understood?" "You certainly have, and I am not ungrateful. Then you do not order me to take you; you merely ask if I will?" "That is all." "And that sounds so much better, I think. I don't mind your being a Yankee if you continue to act that way. Shall I drive?" "If you will; you know the road, and the tricks of the pony." |
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