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As I passed up the road through the midst of our nearly tentless camp I met a leather-curtained spring-wagon to which were attached a pair of little striped-legged mules driven by an old negro. Behind him, among the curtains, sat a lady and her black maid. The mistress was of strikingly graceful figure, in a most tasteful gown and broad Leghorn hat. Her small hands were daintily gloved. The mules stopped, and through her light veil I saw that she was handsome. Her eyes, full of thought, were blue, and yet were so spirited they might as well have been black, as her hair was. She, or fate for her, had crowded thirty years of life into twenty-five of time.

"Wish what?"

As the rider wheeled away I blurted out with anxious loudness in the general hubbub, "Isn't his brother with him?"

"We've got a letter for you from her!" exclaimed Camille.

I laughed insolently. The young ladies sparkled, and so did Miss Harper, as she asked him who had been the proxy.

"Yes,"--she put away gaiety--"your orders are plain; and they're as cruel as they are plain!"

"Why haven't I got it right?"

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