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"Would I not tell my dream, as nice young men in the Bible always did?"

"Do you want to see him?" I gathered my horse.

The patient gentleman smiled again as he said, "Oh--Gholson can attend to that."

I shot forward, but had hardly more than sent back my good-bye when around a bend of the road, in a wagon larger than Charlotte Oliver's, with the curtains rolled up, came the four Miss Harpers, unsooted and radiant. The aunt drove. We turned, all four, and rode with them, and while the seven chatted gaily I read to myself the Major's note. It bade me take these four ladies into my most jealous care and conduct them to a point about thirty miles west of where we then were. A dandy's task in a soldier's hour! I ground my teeth, but as I lifted my glance I found Camille's eyes resting on me and read anxiety in them before she could put on a smile of unemotional friendliness that faded rapidly into abstraction. She was as pretty as the bough of wild azaleas in her hand, yet moving forward I told her aunt the order's purport and that it implied the greatest despatch compatible with mortal endurance. The whole four seemed only delighted.

An instant his superb eye resented, but then he pleasantly did my bidding. "Suits me well; rather chance it with you than with those I've just left."

I took the hint and grew less ferocious. "While you," I said, "are Captain Jewett."

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

"My God! she shall not!" I cried, and whirled about and galloped back.

"It's twenty miles off; why are you not with it? What are you doing here?"

Well, you air in a hurry!

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