Philip Winwood - A Sketch of the Domestic History of an American Captain in the War of Independence; Embracing Events that Occurred between and during the Years 1763 and 1786, in New York and London: written by His Enemy in War, Herbert Russell, Lieutenan by Robert Neilson Stephens
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to devote my entire self, bodily and mental, to that one series of
movements: all else but one single impression, and that was of malicious exultation upon the face of Chubb. "You'll smile on t'other side of your face in a minute," thought I, pressing my teeth together. I was giving my hand its final adjustment to the pistol, when suddenly a man dashed out of the covert at one side of the hollow, and ran toward us, calling out in a gruff voice: "Hold on a minute. Here's su'thin' fur you, Ensign Russell." We had all turned at the first sound of the man's tread, fearing we had been spied upon and discovered. But I now knew there was no danger of that kind, for the voice belonged to old Bill Meadows. "What do you mean?" I asked sharply, annoyed at the interruption. "Nothin'. Read this here. I've follered yuh all evenin', thinkin' to ketch yuh alone. I gev my word to get it to yuh, fust thing; an' fur my own sake, I tried to do it unbeknownst. But now I must do it anyhow I ken. So take it, an' my compliments, an' I trust yuh to keep mum an' ask no questions, an' furget 'twas me brung it. And I'll keep a shet mouth about these here goings on. Only read it now, fur God's sake." He had handed me a sealed letter. My curiosity being much excited, I turned to Falconer, and said: "Will you grant me permission? 'Twill take but a moment." |
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