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I snatched the document from my bosom, into which I had thrust it to seize the General's hand "Oh, Gholson!" I said, in deep-toned grief, as I looked up from the superscription, "is that honest!"

Breathe, O! breathe to me, as these love-languid skies To yon twilight star breathe, Return, return!

"Neither was Lieutenant Ferry," she dryly responded, "yet I have it from him."

While I told of the scrimmage, the guard relieved me of Oliver, and as I finished, three men galloped up and reined in. "All right," said one, saluting.

"They were neither of them present, Lieutenant; that hand was Miss Coralie Rothvelt's."

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