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

The aide-de-camp laughed like a rustic and vanished. "Smith," said the Major, "your eyes are--"

Even in the character of the goods there was eloquence, and not a drollery in the scene, not even an ugliness, but was touched, was rife, with the woe of a war whose burning walls were falling in on us. And outward, too, upon others; a few up-ended cottonbales leaned against each other ragged and idle, while women and babes starved for want of them in far-away Lancaster.

"Yet what?" I snapped out, with horse eyes.

"Oh, sir," cried Estelle, whose eyes, brows, lashes and hair were all of the same luminous red-brown, and in whose cheeks the rose seemed always to burn through the olive, "how can you and your people seek to kill such men as that?"

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