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No, I barely remembered the rider had generously moved aside to let me go by. In pure sourness at the poverty of my dress and the perfection of his, I had avoided looking at him higher than his hundred-dollar boots. My feet were in uncolored cowhide, except the toes.

"Well, no. It's the horse he captured the time he got the Yankee who had him prisoner."

The General looked at me between puffs of his cigar. "I hear you've ridden over fifty miles to-day."

"Sa-ay! I'll wrastle you fo' them-ah clo'es."

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

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