Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 26: what you’re looking at

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BETRAYED AND BETKAYER. 19 out within those massive walls of granite, and the onlookers more than half expected to be treated at any moment to a brief Vesuvian eruption, for a large supply of powder was stored in Sumter. The bombardment was at its height when Captain Trafton stepped from his lodgings into the deserted me StLLeet, He was dressed with his usual faultless care, but not in his regimentals this time. There was no sign of care or perplexity upon his smoothly shaven countenance. The mask that hid it all was charmingly serene. He directed his steps toward the aristocratic hotel where it was his custom to take his meals. It was just noon, and the captain was not much - behind his usual breakfast hour. He had some difficulty in being served, but under the unusual circumstances this was excusable. The place was practically deserted by the customary habitues. Captain T'rafton ate his breakfast with surprising deliberation, and astonished the few waiters who had not deserted the establishment by going through the “morning paper with the utmost sazg /rozd. This was all the more incomprehensible, as he was known to be one of the most violent partisans in the aggressive movements on foot. If the captain was impassive and irresponsive to a degree, he had his reasons. | Every man is presumed to know his own mind, and Ezra ‘Trafton had never been accused of not knowing his. It was one o’clock when he left the hotel. Half an hour later he turned the corner of Laurel Place and rang the bell at No. 6. It was a quiet neighborhood, wearing a genteel and retired aspect. It had once been fashionable, but fashion, like cS (¢(0) Eomichoo m