A Song of a Single Note: A Love StoryBarr, Amelia E.
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A Song of a Single Note: A Love Story
Barr, Amelia E.
Fiction; Love stories
"The injustice of the affair was every man's business. These two De
Lanceys were private gentlemen, who, because they had some words
with a German chasseur, were seized in their homes and tried by
court-martial--though they had no connection whatever with the army: at
the worst it was a simple assault, the most trifling offense the civil
law notices, yet the De Lanceys were degraded and imprisoned for two
months, and then compelled to beg this German mercenary's pardon before
all the troops at Kingsbridge. Remember Mr. Hicks, turned out of his
hotel by General Patterson at the request of that unmentionable creature
Loring--because Loring wanted it for one of his parasites. Remember poor
Amberman, the miller at Hempstead, who, because he asked Major Stockton
for payment for the flour he had bought, was nearly flogged to death,
and then run through with Major Crew's sword, and kicked out of the
way--dead. Nothing was done to Stockton; I met him on the street an hour
ago, still an officer in His Majesty's service. I could add one hundred
examples to these--but what is the use? And why are we lawyers? There is
no law. The will of any military officer is the law."
"Still we are lawyers, Neil; and special counselors to three of the
commissaries."
"I shall not be counselor much longer. I am going to write my
resignation now."
"Are you mad? These fees are about all the ready money we make."
"I should deserve to be called mad, or worse, if I continued to serve a
government which had just fined me for not being careful of its
interests."
"For Heaven's sake, don't throw hundreds a year away for a figment!"
"Honor is something more than a figment. But you had better go to court
early this morning. When you come back, I want you to let me have two
hundred pounds until I can sell some property."
Curtis burst into a loud laugh: "I could not let you have two hundred
shillings," he said. "Good gracious, Neil, how can you suppose I have
money to spare?"
"I know you have money, but if you are averse to lending it, that is a
different thing. I thought you might have some memory of all I have done
for you."
"I have. Of course I have. You have put thousands of pounds in my way;
I don't deny or forget it, but I have a family----"
"I understand. I wish you would hasten about Bradley's case. His father
will be expected to pay for their service."
"I suppose his case is settled. I am sorry he has got off--deuced sorry!
A saucy youth who looked defiance at his betters all the time."
"Were they his betters?"
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