Fort Lafayette or, Love and Secession by Benjamin Wood
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"Is there a man named Searle in your army--Philip Searle?" "Nay, I know not. There may be. I have never heard the name. Do you seek such a person? Is he your friend, or relative?" "Never mind," she said again, and then was silent as before. With the approach of dawn, the sentry challenged an advancing troop, which proved to be the relief picket guard. Harold saluted the officer in command, and having left orders respectively with their subordinates, they entered the farm-house together, and proceeded to the apartment where Moll still remained seated. She did not seem to notice their entrance; but when the new-comer's voice, in some casual remark, reached her ear, she rose up suddenly, and walking straight forward to where the two stood, looking out at the window, she placed her hand heavily, and even rudely, upon his shoulder. He turned at the touch, and beholding her, started back, with not only astonishment, but fear. "You needn't look so white, Philip Searle," she said at last, in a low, hoarse tone. "It's not a ghost you're looking at. But perhaps you're only angry that you only half did your business while you were at it." "Where did you pick up this woman?" asked Searle of Harold, drawing him aside. "She came with an invalid on her way to Richmond," replied Harold. "What invalid?" |
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