The Coward: A Novel of Society and the Field in 1863Morford, Henry
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The Coward: A Novel of Society and the Field in 1863
Morford, Henry
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
There was the sound of horn and harp and violin ringing through the long
corridors of the Profile that evening; and many of those who had shared in
the glory of the moonrise and the solemn levee of the Old Man of the
Mountain were joining in the dance that went on in that parlor which
appeared large enough for the drill evolutions of an entire regiment. But
few of the new-comers joined the revel for that evening; most of them,
fatigued at once with travel and excitement, crept away to early beds in
order to refresh themselves against the morning; and nothing remained, of
any interest to the progress of this narration, except Captain Hector Coles
walking up and down the long piazza for more than an hour after Margaret
Hayley had retired, his boot-heels ringing upon the planks with a somewhat
ostentatious affectation of the military step, Mrs. Burton Hayley meanwhile
leaning upon his arm, and the two holding in tones so low that no passer-by
could catch them, a conversation which seemed to be peculiarly earnest and
confidential.
Yet there was still one occurrence of that night which cannot be passed
over without serious injury to the character of this record for strict
veracity. Mrs. Brooks Cunninghame, during a large part of the night, was in
serious trouble which required the full exercise of her maternal
vigilance--while Miss Marianna, deserted by her father who had
surreptitiously smoked a short pipe in the edge of the woods and thence
gone to bed and to sleep, wandered disconsolately round the parlor,
dressed in more costly frippery than would have sufficed to establish two
mantua-makers, unintroduced to any one, stared at with the naked eye and
through eye-glasses, her freckles complimented in an undertone that she
could not avoid hearing, the name of her dress-maker facetiously inquired
after, and the poor girl, made miserable by being dragged by her silly
parents to precisely the spot of all the world where she least belonged,
suffering such torments as should only be inflicted upon the most
unrepentant criminal.
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