Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 110 of 130
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1038 GIDEON GODBOLB André had written to Alice full of hope and love, ss if the ‘etter were dictated beneath the happy shelter of his own camp, instead of the prison of the foe; and although she feared the defeat of his sanguine feelings, still she kept his letter vear her heart that she might — of the solace of its ae whisperings. ' During the trial she insisted upon being informed of oviny occurrence. Her ordinary shrewdness was now exerted witb double acumen, until she extracted from Horace the charge the evidence, the confession, the observations, and lastly, the condemnation. On the evening when this last terrible fact was revealed to her, she sat beside Horace. She seized hh hand, and said: “ Horace, can I see the Commander-in-Ohief?” “With what object, Alice ?” inquired Horace. “To ask the life of André,” replied Alice. “He would refuse, dear Alice,” said Horace, kindly but “He can not—dare not grant it. There is mercy in his benevolent heart, which bleeds for the ignominious death of one so young and gifted. But the safety of the country demands that its honor should be upheld, and it is necessary to show our proud foe, that if she ventures to tempt our peo- ple with her gold we will not remit the penalty.” “But, Horace,” still pleaded Alice, “ Washington is so mag- nanimous in his doings. There is such equity in his judg- ment. And can hé, while the greater culprit has escaped, inflict death upon the lesser ?” Horace made every effort to discourage a wish which he knew could not be conceded. There was only one thing that would avert the impending doom of André, and that was to exchange him with the British for the guilty Arnold. This had been indirectly intimated to Sir Henry Clinton—who had made every effort to accomplish the release of André—but had been unhesitatingly rejected. At length he prevailed upon this devoted girl to consenit.at jeast to postpone all thoughts of applying for an interview with the Commander-in-Chief until she had seen André, for which purpose they were to proceed down the river on the Alice did not sleep that night—the shadows of the coming Commiclooo kS.ceOlnn) ~ : rie