Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 270: what you’re looking at

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252 Tom Anverson, Dare-Devit the goodness to look at this? Here’s Captain Paris’s name!” “What the deuce is all this?”” — and the Commandant inspected the scribbled fan contemptuously. There was a whisper. Tom caught the words “Miss Elliott,’ “Sir Aineas.”’ His Lordship read the penciled lines: — “Oh, when I gaze on Ellie’s face With arch endearment gleaming; And from her eyes see love’s replies In every glance come streaming: Not Antony — who lost a world — Nor Paris, son of Priam, Nor any fool who died for love Was such a fool as I am!”’ Once, twice, he read, his face relaxing. Then, with an ironical smile, “As this Paris of yours lived B.c. we can hardly connect the prisoner with his death, Habersham!” His splendid eyes were upon |om now. ‘I think you told me your name was Anderson?”’ ‘T did, Your Lordship.” ‘Did you write this?”’ - “No, Your Lordship.” “Who did?” “The owner of the fan, perhaps. I found it—in St. Michael’s.”” A keepsake to Troupe from her, Tom had concluded. “Indeed! What were you doing there?”’ sharply. “T saw a light in the church. I went in.” “What was your object?”’ ‘To avoid a man who was dogging my steps. He fol- lowed me when I left the house in Tradd Street. I did n’t know then who the fellow was. I know now.” This plain statement startled His Lordship. “So! And whom did you see in St. Michael’s?” “T saw two men fighting a duel.” Lord Rawdon rose abruptly. Perhaps he was never more surprised in his life. Was it possible that from this source he could wring the coveted information? He paced the floor in unconcealed perturbation. ECOMMICLOOO KS ,(e©)