Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 339: what you’re looking at

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DE LA JONQUIERE Bot stirred. [ knew then it was not lifeless, like my limbs. I said: “Here is something I can trust. Even I! Nora Mouravieff!’”’ He raised her hand to his lips. “I know you want to go home. But I can’t help you to go away from me quite yet. While you are here, regard my wishes.”’ And now, Lady Amy treated her Cousin Dick with dis- tinct coldness. Dick’s jealousy got the upper hand of him. He wreaked himself on Tom as soon as chance served. De la Jonquiére, the American, and half a dozen others were dining with Captain Tulloch at the barracks. Un- luckily Knatchbull was one of the number. After dinner, cards. [he stakes were high. T’o Tom the cards were per- sistently kind. Captain Tulloch swore genially, “Carabas is playing in luck.” Then Dick spat venom! “Sometimes a fellow has ‘to play like a scoundrel in order to live like a gentleman.’”’ The shock of this attack transfixed the company. Tom, who was about to deal, drove the whole pack into Dick’s face. His lip was cut, and blood trickled down his chin. He looked steadily into Tom’s frantic eyes. “T cast the lie in your teeth. I demand the satisfaction of a gentleman!” panted the American. Dick was terrible in his collected rage. “I believe I told you once before, I would n’t accept a challenge from a man of ambiguous birth.” De la Jonquiére leaped to his feet. “Dick! You’ve gone mad —”’ Knatchbull drawled icily: “Tell you what I’Il do, Mar- quis. I’ll fight one of my Caribs against your American.” There was a growl of rebuke. Every man was on his legs. “Hold on, Carabas!’’ De la Jonquiére pressed between Tom and Knatchbull. Flaming with scorn, the Raphael- faced young fellow looked a warrior angel. “ Knatchbull, if you won’t fight my friend, you shall fight me. I call you to account for your words to him.” CONNICMOOO SS} (SO) im