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

"Madam,"--my cap went higher, my head lower--"I never bet."

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To regain the highroad we had turned into a northerly fork, and were in as lovely a spot as we had seen all day. Before us and close on our right were the dense woods of magnolia, water-oak, tupelo and a hundred other affluent things that towered and spread or clambered and hung. On the left lay the old field, tawny with bending sedge and teeming with the yellow rays of the sun's last hour. This field we overlooked through a fence-row of persimmon and wild plum. Among these bushes, half fallen into a rain-gully, a catalpa, of belated bloom, was loaded with blossoms and bees, and I was directing Camille's glance to it when the shots came. Another outcry or two followed, and then a weird silence.

"Yes, General." "If I give you a good fresh horse can you go twenty-three miles more by midnight?"

"I'm enjoying one advantage," she replied, "which you do not."

"Why, I can read my safety in your face. You can't read anything in mine; you're afraid to look."

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

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