Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 265: what you’re looking at

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THe DUuEL 247 Peggy St. John clapped her little jeweled hand over Pink’s presumptuous mouth. ~ Captain Anderson, won’t you teach this silly boy discretion?”’ Troupe smiled. “What does my Lord Rawdon say?” “Oh, he says Pinckney ’s as dangerous as a bantam.”’ ‘Look, there’s Lady Caroline Ethersey! Oh, the dar- ling!”’ broke in Pink. The beauty leaned from her carriage and blew a kiss to the boy who was heir to the St. John-Savage estates. And Troupe made his escape. The two on the street-corner looked at the lantern sitting on the brick pavement, and gigeled. Wish old Rover was here, he’d tote the lantern in his teeth. Come on, Peg. Soon as I get you home, I’m going round to Headquarters — if there’s an old nigger on the streets of Charleston who can light a gentleman. Nice state of things. I own nine or ten hundred of ’em, and not a nigger in sight.” “Oh, Pinckney, hush about the lantern and tell me about the duel. Why was there a duel? Who was the other man ?”’ “How d’ ye like Captain Anderson, sis?” “Why, he’s handsomer than Lord Rawdon himself. But what was he doing in his shirt-sleeves? What was that tattered rose for? Who is he?” “Oh, the flower was just to show the other fellow he was totin’ the chip on his shoulder, you know, — and damme if he isn’t!” “Oh, Pinckney, what /anguage you use, since you’ve taken up with such associates!”’ “What associates?” ‘Those ruffian Rebels.”’ “You associate with the biggest one in Charleston. Pinckney St. John is the boldest Rebel in the Capital.” ” Pinckney, you are getting too big to talk like that.” “The dog’s foot! Why, sis, when I get a bit bigger, I mean to raise a battery for Washington.” With the readiness of her sex Peggy tacked. ‘ Well, CORNICMOO® SS) (C(O) mm