Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 67: what you’re looking at

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60 FACE TO FACE ONCE MORE. “Tncle,’’ said Bertha, ‘‘this is Captain Chetwood. Captain, my uncle, Orvin Clymore.’’ That was the introduction; then Royal gently led the young lady to the spot where his horse.was stand- ing, impatiently pawing the earth. ‘‘How is it I find you here at the very seat of wat, Bertha ?”’ ‘“‘T have been stopping with my aunt and uncle all summer,’’? she replied, silently admiring the man, though she detested the uniform he wore. “It was imprudent on your part to continue this visit after you learned Sheridan had entered the val- ley.?? ‘‘T am not afraid,’’ she answered, assuming a pretty attitude of defiance. . | ‘“‘T might have guessed that,’? he said, watching her graceful form eagerly. ‘‘You have the spirit of a soldier.’ ‘‘Indeed,’’ she said, with a saucy laugh. ‘I should be proud of you were your sympathies on the right side.”’ ‘“You do me too much honor, Captain Chetwood,”’ she said, ironically. ‘‘I assure you, sir, that my sym- pathies are on the right side—they have never been otherwise. ”’ ‘‘As uncompromising as ever.”’ “Yes, sir, if you call it such.”’ ‘‘T had hoped otherwise. ”’ “Iam sorry; but Iam no traitor to my flag and people. ”’ _**T don’t wonder this conflict has been so long pro- longed, when the enemy has such encouragement as you set by your example—for surely there are many, like you.’’ ‘‘Tam pleased to learn that you believe this. The woinen of the South are as one m sentiment—in pa- triotism—in sacrifice.’’ He looked his admiration. Gomicbooks (E(0)