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
Margaret Hayley did not say "What, eaves-dropping?" as the heroine of
sensation romance or melo-drama would certainly have been called upon to
do. She did not even question how he had heard what he alleged. She merely
said:
"I am sorry, indeed, if you heard words that should never have been
spoken."
"I did hear them," pursued the lawyer, "and I really did not suppose, this
morning, that after hearing the statements made by the Captain, you would
even have cared to pursue the very slight speaking acquaintance you had
done me the honor to form with me."
"Had I believed them, I would not!" spoke the lady, frankly.
"And you did _not_ believe them?" Tone very intense and anxious.
"Not one word of them!" Tone very sharp and decided.
"God bless the heart of woman, that leaps to the truth when the boasted
brain of man fails!" said Townsend, fervently. "Not every word that he said
was a falsehood, but every _injurious_ one was so, if I know myself and
what I do. May I tell you what really occurred yesterday on the mountain,
so that you may better understand the next version?"
"I shall be very happy to hear your account," she replied, "for the
incident must at all events have been a thrilling one."
"It was thrilling indeed, as you suppose," said the lawyer. "People form
romances sometimes out of much less, I fancy!" The two stood by the window,
looking at the hurrying to and fro of drivers and passengers preparing for
some late departures; and so standing, Horace Townsend briefly and rapidly
related the facts of the adventure. Margaret Hayley did not turn her eyes
upon him as he spoke, and a part of the time she was even drumming
listlessly and noiselessly on the glass with those dainty white fingers;
but that she was listening to him and to him only was evident, for the
speaker could catch enough of her side-glance to know that eye and cheek
were kindling with excitement, and he could hear the quick breath laboring
in throat and nostrils almost as if she herself stood in some situation of
peril. She was interested--he felt and knew it,--not only in the danger of
Clara Vanderlyn and the rash bravery in riding of Halstead Rowan, but in
_him_--in the scape-goat of the occasion; and he was stirred by the
knowledge to a degree that made a very cool and clear head necessary for
avoiding a plunge quite as fatal in its effects as would have been that
from the brow of the precipice over the gulf.
"And that is the whole story--a dull one, after all, I am afraid!" he said,
not altogether candidly, perhaps, in conclusion.
"Dull? oh no, Mr. Townsend, every thing but dull!" was her reply. "I have
seldom been so much interested in any relation. And the facts, so far as
they relate to yourself, are very nearly what I should have supposed after
hearing the story floating about the hotel."
"You seem to have something of the legal faculty--that of sifting out truth
from falsehood, grain from chaff!" said the lawyer, looking at her a little
searchingly.
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