Mohun, or, the Last Days of Lee by John Esten Cooke
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but, as on the first occasion, he speedily suppressed his agitation.
His face was now as cold and unmoved as though moulded of bronze. "So be it, madam," he said; "I will respond as I best can to such message as he may send me. For yourself, you know me well, and, I am glad to see, indulge no apprehensions. The past is dead; let it sleep. You think this interview is painful to me. You deceive yourself, madam; I would not exchange it for all the wealth of two hemispheres." And calling an officer, he said:-- "You will conduct this lady to General Stuart, reporting the circumstances attending her capture." Mohun made a ceremonious bow to the prisoner as he spoke, saluted me in the same manner, and mounting his horse, rode back at the head of his column. The prisoner, escorted by the young officer, and still riding her fine horse, had already disappeared in the darkness. V. STUART. |
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