My Lady of the North by Randall Parrish
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my hat as I approached, to cover my confusion. Some trick of the
dancing moon shadows made me imagine that she smiled, and the sight nerved me instantly to speak bluntly the words I came to say. "Madam"--I rested my hand upon her horse's mane and looked up at her with a glance as proud as her own,--"it might be as well for you to draw the cape closer about your face at present. There are rough men in all armies who would consider your beauty a lawful prize. The life we lead is not conducive to gentleness; virtue is not born in camps, and it would be better not to provoke a danger which may be so easily avoided." A wave of sudden color swept her cheeks at my plain speech, and her hand sought the collar of the cloak, yet paused there irresolute. "You claimed, I believe, to be an officer and a gentleman," she said coldly. I smiled, even as I felt the full chill of her words, and my purpose stiffened within me. "Even as I yet claim, and trust to be able to prove to your satisfaction,"--my eyes looked unfalteringly into hers,--"but, unfortunately, I have one with me to-night who is neither. I would that he were for my own sake. However, madam, let that pass. The fact is here, and we have no time to argue or quarrel. I have already told you that we ride with despatches for Longstreet. These must go forward at all hazards, for thousands of human lives depend upon them; yet I dare not leave you here alone and unprotected to the mercies of the wolves who haunt these hills." |
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