My Lady of Doubt by Randall Parrish
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But there are others here who would recognize you just as I have. There
is no mystery about it. I was in Philadelphia when the Continental troops were here, and you were pointed out to me then. No, we have never met, yet I was sure I recognized you this afternoon." "I was pointed out to you by whom?" "My brother--my twin brother on the staff of General Lee." "Did you not inform me your family were loyalists?" "Yes; it is true," earnestly, her foot tapping the floor, as though annoyed at such persistent questioning. "I have a father and brother in the King's service--but one is a renegade, and I--I--" "You are what?" "I am merely a woman, sir, unable to determine whether to finally become loyalist or rebel." I looked gravely into her eyes until they fell, veiling their revelation of truth behind long lashes. "Mistress Mortimer," I murmured, bending so close to her pink ear, I felt the soft touch of her hair on my lips, "you dissemble so charmingly as to even puzzle me. But if I leave you now, as you request, I must first have promise of welcome again." "Then you mean to return--a prisoner? I am always merciful to the suffering." |
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