Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 87 of 130
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6IR RENRY AND ANDRE. 88 occupied m thought and rarely spoke; paced the room and talked even in the presence of Isabelle and Alice; seemed unrefreshed by slumber, and rose from his meals with hunger unappeased. At the slightest noise he started, and looked fiercely at the source from whence it came, and examined every stranger with the wary minuteness of a sentinel. He scru- tinized the forts and made changes in the position of the guns, visited the redoubts, looked to the other defenses and reviewed his men. He also examined the colossal chain, which, sus pended across the river, limited the navigation of the Hudson, and had some of its links removed for repair, despite the opinion of officers, who thought such an act might be attended with danger, by opening the channel to the British, when he ly replied that there was far more danger in its decay. Exertions like these seemed well worthy of a man brilliant in military renown; but to Isabelle and Alice, who saw some- thing of these great efforts on the General’s health, his sleep- less nights and agitated days—his patriot conduct was & theme for their admiration. a. CHAPTER XV. _ ‘Fx the mean time the chief of the British army was mad the arrival of a secret messenger from the Hudson. pan Ps stated that Washington was about to leave for some days, and that his absence would afford an opportunity for the writer to meet in council any authorized officer of rank in order that certain matters might be matured that had been in negotiation. ‘The General was alone; but with great promptitude, and a smile of exultation on his countenance, he removed from the wine to the writing table, wrote a few hasty lines, superscribed thém, and summoning a servant desired that they might be instantly delivered. digas “ Ah, André,” exclaimed Sir Henry Clinton as a handsome young officer entered the apartment, at the same time extending conmiclbooks.comn