The Loyalist: A Story of the American RevolutionBarrett, James Francis
History
The Loyalist: A Story of the American Revolution
Barrett, James Francis
United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
For the present he was under arrest. He was not confined and no limits
were assigned to him in the order of his arrest, yet he was deprived of
his sword and therefore without power to exercise any military command
pending his trial. Since it was considered indecorous in an officer
under arrest to appear at public places, it would be impossible for him
to accompany her to the home of the Shippens on Friday evening. This
caused him the greater concern, yet his word of honor obliged him to
await either the issue of his trial or his enlargement by the proper
authority.
He bade her be of good cheer and asked a remembrance in her prayers,
assuring her she would be ever present in his thoughts. Since he was
allowed the use of his personal liberty, he would soon make use of a
favorable opportunity to pay her a call. Until then, he could tell her
no more, save the desire to have her attend the party and to enjoy
herself to the utmost.
From the moment of her receipt of this letter, she had rehearsed the
incidents therein narrated over and over again. Go where she would her
thought followed her as instinctively as the homeward trail of the bee.
Reflection possessed her and she was lost in the intricate maze of the
world of fancy.
To follow mere instinct does not beseem a man, yet for woman this
faculty is the height of reason and will be trusted by her to the very
end. Marjorie's instinct told her that all would not be well with
Stephen, notwithstanding his place of honor on the staff of the
Commander-in-chief, to whom he might readily appeal should the occasion
require. The charge was of minor consequence, and could under ordinary
circumstances be dismissed; but it would not be dismissed. He would be
tried, found guilty, and sentenced. A consummation too horrible for
thought!
She could not enjoy herself at Peggy's function, that she knew. But she
must attend, if for no other reason than for appearance. The strange
regard for this officer, which she had discovered to be growing daily in
intensity and depth, had been brought to definite realization by the
sudden crisis in Stephen's fortunes. The sudden revelation of this truth
from which she was wont to recoil with petulant diffidence alarmed her
not a little. She must not allow herself to be perturbed over this
incident, and no one, not even her mother, must ever be permitted to
detect the slightest concern on her part.
"You seem unusually preoccupied this evening, Mistress Allison,"
remarked Mr. Anderson as he led her to one side of the room at the
conclusion of the dance.
Marjorie started. She could feel herself coloring into a deep scarlet,
which endured the more as she strove desperately to retain her natural
composure.
"I? Why? No! Did I appear absent-minded?"
"As if sojourning in some far off land."
She thought for a moment.
"We all inhabit dream countries."
"True. We do. And there is no swifter vehicle to that fair land than an
inattentive companion."
"You mean----"
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