Lewis Rand by Mary Johnston
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are at the gate, Mr. Cary."
"Let us walk to the bend of the road! The wild honeysuckle is in bloom there; I noticed it riding to Charlottesville the other morning. It is just the colour of your gown." "Then it must be beautiful," said Miss Dandridge, "for this rose-coloured muslin came from London. Ah, you looked so angry and so beaten on Wednesday, when you came back from Charlottesville!" "I was not angry, and I was not beaten." "Fie! You mean that your brother was." "I mean nothing of the kind!" cried the younger Cary hotly. "My brother, at the importunity of his friends, and for the good of the county, consented to stand against this pet of Jefferson's, this--this _vaurien_ Lewis Rand. Some one had to stand. He knew what the result would be. 'Twas but a skirmish--just a seat in a tri-colour Republican House of Delegates! My faith! the honour's not great. But wait awhile, Miss Dandridge! The real battle's not yet. Beaten! Rands, Miss Dandridge, don't beat Carys!" "La, so warm!" exclaimed Unity. "I have never seen a man love a brother so!" "Ludwell Cary is worthy of any man's love--or any woman's either!" "The pair of you ought to be put in the wax-works, and labelled 'The Loving Brothers.' When you marry, there'll be no love left for your |
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