At a Girl's Mercy, or, The Fortunes of War — page 30: what you’re looking at

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AT A GIRLS MERCY. | 19 She remembered all now—the fear and excite- ment, with the stern determination over all in her mind to be brave, as her brothers were brave, fight- ing on the battle-field at that moment, it might be— fighting or—dead. She, the sister of soldiers, must be brave as a soldier in her little way. To submit with such apparent carelessness to the outrage on her parents and her home, had been very bitter to her, yet even at the time she remembered—and it came to her keenly in the midst of the danger—that in battle much more may be accomplished at times by strategy than by open action. “And I shall capture him,’’ she thought, with a trembling smile, as she arose wearily to her feet, steadying herself by achair. “I shall capture him yet. At least I have his voice and figure, and that quick motion of his hands that somehow impresses itself upon one, and I will know him by them if ever I meet him. And at this minute there are papa and mamma bound, he said, and helpless, and I helpless to help them because of my word passed that I will not leave my room until the sun is rising.”’ She crossed the room slowly, as though she had suddenly grown old, and turned down the gas toa faint glimmer; then she went to the eastern win- dow, and, drawing aside the curtains, turned the slats of the blinds so that she could look out. Between the leaves of the rose vine climbing her window, on the hill beyond, the east was faintly flushing with the touch of dawn. A gleam as of sil- ver stretched along the horizon, as though the edge - of a sword rested on the curve of the hill; above this wavered a line of pink, deepening to crimson, and fading off to streaks of pale gold and steely blue. The girl watched it with breathless interest, hold- Eomichooks (efe) nm