Philip Winwood: A Sketch of the Domestic History of an American Captain in the War of Independence; Embracing Events that Occurred between and during the Years 1763 and 1786, in New York and London: written by His Enemy in War, Herbert Russell, Lieutenant in the Loyalist Forces.Stephens, Robert Neilson
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Philip Winwood: A Sketch of the Domestic History of an American Captain in the War of Independence; Embracing Events that Occurred between and during the Years 1763 and 1786, in New York and London: written by His Enemy in War, Herbert Russell, Lieutenant in the Loyalist Forces.
Stephens, Robert Neilson
United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
Doubtless she conceived that by taunting him, at this safe hour, with
this prevision of her success, she helped the estrangement which she
felt necessary to her enjoyment of her expected rewards.
"Oho!" quoth he, with a bitter, derisive laugh. "Another attempt to
seize Washington! What folly!"
"Not when we are helped by treason in your camp, as I said before.
Folly, is it? You'll sing another song to-morrow!"
She smiled with anticipated triumph, and the smile had in it so much
of the Madge of other days, that his bitterness forsook him, and
admiration and love returned to sharpen his grief.
"Oh, Madge, dear, could I but win you back!" he murmured, wistfully.
"What, in that strain again!" she said, petulant at each revival of
the self-reproach his sorrow caused in her.
"Ay, if I had but the chance! If I might be with you long enough, if I
might reawaken the old tenderness!--But I forget; treason in our camp,
you say. There is danger, then--ay, there's always the possibility.
The devil's in it, that I must tear myself from you now; that I must
part with you while matters are so wrong between us; that I must leave
you when I would give ten years of life for one hour to win your love
back! But you will take my hand, let me kiss you once--you will do
that for the sake of the old times--and then I will be gone!"
"Be gone? Where?"
"Back to camp, of course, to give warning of this expedition."
"'Tis impossible! Tis hours--"
"'Tis not impossible--I will outride them. They wouldn't have started
before dark."
"You would only overtake them, at your best. Do you think they would
let you pass?"
"Poh! I know every road. I can ride around them. I'll put the army in
readiness for 'em, treason or no treason! For the present, good-bye--"
The look in his face--of power and resolution--gave her a sudden sense
of her triumph slipping out of her grasp.
"You must not go!" she cried, quite awakened to the peril of the
situation to her enterprise.
"I must! Good-bye! One kiss, I beg!"
"But you sha'n't go!" As he came close to her, she clasped him tightly
with both arms. She made no attempt to avoid his kiss, and he, taking
this for acquiescence, bestowed the kiss upon unresponsive lips.
"Now let me go," said he, turning to stride toward the door by which
he had entered from the rear chamber.
"No, no! Stay. Time to win back my love, you said. Take the time now.
You may find me not so difficult of winning back. Nay, I have never
ceased to love you, at the bottom of my heart. I love you now. You
shall stay."
"I must not, I dare not. Oh, I would to God I could believe you! But
whether 'tis true, or a device to keep me here, I will not stay. Let
me go!"
"I will not! You will have to force me from you, first! I tell you I
love you--my husband!"
"If you love me, you will let me go."
"If you love me, you will stay."
"Not a moment--though God knows how I love you! I will come to see you
soon again."
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