"What sadness! A people divided who both honour the sacredness of this spot made holy by a just man's grave--gathering to meet in battle--brother against brother. "But Fate shall not longer array you and me against each other! I will not have it so! Neither my heart nor my soul could endure the cruelty of it, nor my reason its wickedness and insanity. From the first instant I met your eyes, Philip, somehow, within me, I knew I belonged to you. I do more hopelessly to-day than ever--and with each day, each hour, more and more until I die. You will not let me go to my end unclaimed, will you?--a poor ghost all alone, lost in the darkness somewhere among the stars--lacking that tie between you and it which even death does not know how to sever! "I leave all to you, loving you, wishing what you wish, content with what you give--and take--so that you do give and take and keep and hold for life. "It is very dusky; the lights, red and white, glimmer on every transport. We feel the sea-swell a little. Celia left us, going ashore at Acquia Creek. She takes the cars to Richmond and then to Paigecourt. Letty sits beside me on deck. There were two cases of fever aboard and we went down into a dreadfully ill-smelling cabin to do what we could. Now we are here on deck again. Some officers are talking very gaily with Letty. I am ending my letter to you--wherever you are, my darling, under these big, staring stars that look down at me out of space. I don't want my ghost to be blown about up there--unless it belongs to you. That is the only fear of death I ever have or ever had--that I might die before you had all of me there is to give." CHAPTER XV Toward the end of June, as Claymore's new provisional brigade of Sykes's division, Fitz John Porter's superb corps d'armee, neared the designated rendezvous, some particularly dirty veteran regiments, bivouacked along the fields, crowded to the roadside, fairly writhing in their scorn and derision. "Fresh fish! Oh--h! Fresh fi--sh!" they shouted. "My God, boys, just see them pretty red pants! Mother! Come and look. Oh, papa, what are they? Sa--ay, would you gentlemen kindly tell us poor old sodgers what kind ov a hell ov a, dressmaker cut out them pantalettes? I wish I could go out to play with these nice, perlite little boys? Oh, children! why _didn't_ you bring your nursemaids with you?" The 3rd Zouaves marched past the jeering veterans, grinding their teeth, but making no effort at retort. They knew well enough by this time that any attempt to retort would be worse than useless. As the head of the column of the 8th Lancers appeared from the West at the forks of the other road, the dingy veterans fairly danced in malicious delight: