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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.

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

"They're going down into the woods together!"

"Come!" I echoed. We swung into the broader road and followed the contrabands.

"Hmm; Charlotte Oliver. Are you sure you have the name just right?"

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