Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 326: what you’re looking at

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208 Tom ANDERSON, DarE-DEVIL gauze obscured her face. When she looked at him again, he saw the tears. Then she said, — enigmatically enough: “You have set my feet upon a rock to-night. | thank you for telling me everything. You are resolved, you say, to go back into the Rebel servicer”’ Hy | qam.”’ “When?’’ “TI shall be detained here longer than I meant to be. An unexpected hindrance has arisen.”’ “Has the hindering cause violet eyes and burnished copper hair?” “No, indeed! Madame la Princesse.” “Tf I’ll confess to an unbecoming curiosity, may | know?” “But certainly.” She detected his hesitation, however. “T know that you are mad to go back to Sumter. What can it be that’s strong enough to hold you here? Stronger than purple eyes and red-gold hair. Tell me that.” Her interest was so sincere that he spoke out. ‘“T’ve discovered here in Barbados an old negro who was formerly my father’s body-servant. I must stay in the counting-house down yonder until I’m able to buy back the old darkey; and take him home with me. I could n’t go without him. So, it’s all about my darkey and my ducats, you see! Nothing interesting.” | ‘And you are going to toil on at the desk for money enough to buy back a homesick old black ?”’ fs. “Surely. He’ll hardly bring more than thirty-five pounds. I will not leave him behind!”’ ‘And you’d do that for a slave ?”’ Kor that slave: Y es. She turned, abruptly, and said something in Russian to De la Jonquiére. And then her eyes dwelt on Tom in long, warm glances. Nay, was there not something exultant in her look? There was a late supper, with wine that had come out of the Gate of Xeres and fruit fetched from Cuba. ECONMMICOOOKS.(e© m