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"Are you not a New Orleans boy?" she asked as I lifted my képi and drew rein.

I passed on, flattered but scandalized, wasting no guesses on how she knew me--if she really knew me at all--but taking my revenge by moralizing on her, to myself, as a sign of the times, until brigade headquarters were in full view, a few rods off the road; four or five good, white wall-tents in a green bit of old field backed by a thicket of young pines.

"Ain't you Major Harper's quartermaster-sergeant?" he asked.

"And a suit of unie-fawm!" called Cécile, with her Creole accent.

I was in the sweetest consternation. With the end of her braid once more in my fingers I made her promise to keep the dark secret, and so recited them.

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