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74 GIDEON GODBOLD. “Oh, spare me, spare me, exclaimed Isabelle. *I have been sent by no one. I have heard nothing—I have seen nothing. I came not as aspy. Do not regard me so hamil atingly. I would not violate the sanctity of my shelter and protection here. 1 came’in ‘search of a beloved friend, who left our house in Philadelphia to ask of Washington the restoration of her forfeited lands, but, alas, has not reached here, I heard the name of André pass your mouth. I know he is your enemy—a soldier of the monarch whom we defy; but till he was once a resident in Rhiladelphia, and there he won the heart which, although it loves its country, could not reject this gallant enemy—André. And when I heard you mention him, my object was to inquire if you could write—” “TI write to André!” exclaimed the somewhat appeased General. “I may speak improperly,” said Isabelle,“ but it occurred to me that you would not object to acquaint him with the calamity ‘thet henocourred: to, Alice.” “Think you that love enters into the diplomacy of military commanders?” said the General, sternly but not savagely. “ What have I to do with these British but to fight them? I however admit your explanation, and apologize for my ruade- ness of conduct; but I am much troubled with the cies and contrivances for my disparagement, which sametimes cause me to be hasty and ‘unjust in my suspicions, and I again express my regret that I have made you the object of these susceptibilities.” At this moment Mrs Arnold entered. She paused at the door in amazement. The General and Isabelle were sanding each other, and the hands of the latter were still clasped. “Both were pallid, and the countenance of each was atrongly marked with feeling—the one of anger the other of terror. ‘There was silence for a few seconds with this trio when the General said : . *T fear, my dear Margaret, that I have spoken harshly to your fair ‘visitor. I put a misconstruction on her here, and assailed her with inconsiderate anger; but you must procure my pardon, and explain how irascible I am become ingratitude of those I have so faithfully served Youmust assure your young friend, too, that will ap 7 Conmicloooks.cohn