Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 46 of 130
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_— — 44 GIDEON GODEOLD. - CHAPTER VII THE BATTLE OF SPRINGFIELD. Tue intelligence of the capture of the fort at Steny Point reached Philadelphia. Isabelle treasured in her memory every word upon the subject that escaped from the many military men who visited her father, as a theme for her heart to feed » on, when in solitude. Thus passed many months, the luster of her beauty seeming to increase with the radiance shed the name of Horace. But, Alice was often pensive and sad—her eye was lesa bright, and the hue upon her cheek was observed to be more pale than it was wont. Her heart was far away in the enemy’s camp. She loved her country’s foe, still loyed not less her country. At the time she pledged her love to André i he was then-a Captain; now he was Adjutant-General, and the esteemed friend of the powerful Clinton; but, despite her truth or heart, she had determined never to give a dowerless hand to the distinguished Englishman. Horace had written that the application to Washington could not be entertained at that time; but, that early attention should be given to it, at which Mr. Ormond peevishly remarked, in defiance of Isabelle, that if he had been half as good a diplomatist as he was a soldier, the thing would have been accomplished. He resolved, however, to pursue the matter through some other agency, and Alice was not less determined to apply for the se- ened by the circumstance of the appointment of General Arnold to the command of West Point, and by a promise abstracted from both Alice and Isabelle, by the young wife of the Genere!, that they would both visit her in what she termed her isolation. At this period a ewe received from Horace, stating that Sir Henry Clinton, the English commander, had returned to the South, and was keeping him night and day in the Sad- villages in both Connecticut and Jersey. These ravages the comichooks:com ——_—— _ _, - a . aa