Love under Fire by Randall Parrish
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page 77 of 317 (24%)
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"I make no such acknowledgment. I spoke before I thought; before I even realized what my words meant. And you?--how came you there?" I told her briefly, answering her questions without reserve, rejoicing in the interest she exhibited in my narrative, and eager to know at once how far I could still presume on her assistance. I wanted to get away, to escape from the web about me, but I could not understand this girl, or comprehend how far I dare venture on her good nature. Already I knew that some feeling--either of friendship or sympathy--had impelled her to save me from immediate betrayal, but would she go even further? Everything between us conspired to bewilder me as to her real purpose. Even as I concluded, it seemed to me her eyes hardened, and the expression of her face changed. "That was extremely clever, Lieutenant Galesworth," she commented quietly. "I never knew the chimney touched that wall. Now what do you propose doing?" "You must understand my only interest is in getting away as soon as possible. I am in constant danger here." "Of course," nodding, her cheeks flushed. "And you also possess very important information. Because I have aided you to escape capture, do you conclude I am a fool?" "Most assuredly not." "Or a traitress to the South?" |
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