My Lady of the North by Randall Parrish
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"Madam," I began, seeking to feel my way with caution into her confidence, "I fear you must be quite wearied by your long ride." She turned slightly at sound of my voice. "Not at all, sir; I am merely eager to push on. Besides, my ride has not been a long one, as we merely came from General Sigel's headquarters." The voice was pleasantly modulated and refined. "Ah, yes, certainly," I stammered, fearful lest I had made a grave mistake. "But really I had supposed General Sigel was at Coultersville." "He advanced to Bear Creek yesterday," she returned quietly. "So you see we had covered scarcely more than three miles when we met. How much farther is it to where Major Brennan is stationed?" I fear I was guilty of hesitancy, but it was only for a moment. "I am unable to tell exactly, for, as it chances, I have never yet been in the camp, but I should judge that two hours' riding will cover the distance." "Why," in a tone of sudden surprise, "Captain Hale certainly told me it was all of twenty miles!" "From Bear Creek?" I questioned eagerly, for it was my turn to feel |
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