At a Girl's Mercy, or, The Fortunes of War — page 118: what you’re looking at

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AT ‘A GIRL’S MERCY. 107 glory i in her father’s danger. He would not help her in any case, and she could not bear for him to be | with her now. “I didn’t know that you were so aware of my habits that you should judge of where you should find me,’’ she said, crisply, the darkness hiding the pallor bf her Fave. ‘‘And as for the moonrise, surely a quiet place where one will not be disturbed is the only one to thoroughly do it justice, Mr. Blake.” She would allow him no mercy, and he bit his lip angrily. She could not see the flash in his eyes as he gazed down upon her on her lonely seat under the tall old tree, her hand lying lightly upon the sleek head of the dog. Then he made one of his bold moves. He laughed pleasantly, and said, as he struck a pebble with his foot: “I thought you might be uneasy about your fa- ther, Miss Nan. We all know of the threatened danger to the city should the rabble wake and strike its blow in the back, which it will undoubtedly do. I have had the thought in my mind for some time, but lam sorry to know you also are disturbed by the knowledge. ’”’ “One could not fail to be troubled by the knowl- edge of villainy like that,’’ Nan said, quietly. “Where the blow must come from a coward who is too dishonorable to openly face one.- I hate coward- ice. I have a perfect scorn for the rabble that must make up a riot of that sort.’’ “But if you aré at all anxious in regard to your fa- ther,’’ he said, ‘‘Miss Nan, I will gladly do anything I can for you. Would it be of any use for me to telegraph for you to learn if there is any other cause of his delay? I will gladly do anything that I can, as I said. You are so unwilling to let me help you.”’ Eomichboo cS (6(0)