The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper
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"I did not count them." Frances was the only observer of the change in the manner of Birch, and, on turning to Harper, he had resumed his book in silence. She took some of the ribbons in her hand--laid them down again--and, bending over the goods, so that her hair, falling in rich curls, shaded her face, she observed, blushing with a color that suffused her neck,-- "I thought the Southern horse had marched towards the Delaware." "It may be so," said Birch; "I passed the troops at a distance." Caesar had now selected a piece of calico, in which the gaudy colors of yellow and red were contrasted on a white ground, and, after admiring it for several minutes, he laid it down with a sigh, as he exclaimed, "Berry pretty calico." "That," said Sarah; "yes, that would make a proper gown for your wife, Caesar." "Yes, Miss Sally," cried the delighted black, "it make old Dinah heart leap for joy--so berry genteel." "Yes," added the peddler, quaintly, "that is only wanting to make Dinah look like a rainbow." Caesar eyed his young mistress eagerly, until she inquired of Harvey the price of the article. |
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