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72 CEDAR SWAMP; OR, WILD NAT’S BRIGADE, have only proved too true, Urged on by your own perverse passion, you have sought to bend me to your will; but, being foiled when you used fair means, you have descended to foul. But here, as before, you shall not succeed. If needs be, I can die; but, sir, dread the avenging of that death! Whether I go from here alive or not, I tell you I hate and defy you!” Maddened with anger, Reginald strode forward as though about to strike her. With a quick spring Kate reached the table, and seizing a heavy pitcher, she collectedly waited for him to attempt his worst. This action served to restrain Preston. His arm had not yet recovered from the wound re- ceived at the hands of John Vale, and was supported in a sling. | “That proud spirit of yours shall. bend, and the fire that sparkles in your eye shall dim, ere many days have flown, For the present rest undisturbed, and while you have time, think whether it be not better to conciliate than to defy.” He turned away, unlocked the door, and removed his hate- ful presence from Catherine's sight. | ‘“ By heavens!” he muttered, as he gained the passage; “it were better for me not to attempt a passage-at-arms till this arm of mine gets stronger. I believe she would as soon secat- ter my brains with that pitcher as wring the neck of a young chicken. Chicken! bah! I’m more than half one, myself, to ict her rant on ag she did, and then run away for fear of doing something worthy of future repentance! When I should be cool I ‘get into the very white-heat of passion; and if there was any thing to be gained in becoming so, I-would be cold as an iceberg! A man has to study hard before he can be- come a match for a woman's tongue and fingers.” A walk of some distance brought the gallant captain to the quarters, of the commander-in-chief Although it was late for a visit, yet as Sir Henry had expressed a desire for an inter-. view, Preston thought it best not to Stand on ceremony. Accordingly he knocked at the door, and was admitted by Sit Henry’s black servant, Sampson. He found the general engaged in reading and answering a number of letters, After salutations and the captain had taken a seat, General | Clinton remarked, at the same time Picking up a letter, “ Well, Captain Preston, I am afraid that your return to England is indeed indefinitely postponed.” comichooks.conts