The Rangers; or, The Tory's Daughter: A Tale Illustrative of the Revolutionary History of Vermont and the Northern Campaign of 1777Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
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The Rangers; or, The Tory's Daughter: A Tale Illustrative of the Revolutionary History of Vermont and the Northern Campaign of 1777
Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
Vermont -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
seen and watched from the first, with keen interest, all the
movements of the other, whom, at length, he seemed to recognize, with
recollections which caused him to recoil, and his whole countenance
to contract and darken with angry and disquieting emotions. He was not
allowed much time, however, for indulging his disturbed feelings;
for scarcely had the object of his annoyance disappeared, before his
attention was attracted by a slight rustling sound somewhere within the
garden; when, turning his head, the frown that had gathered on his brow
suddenly gave place to a look of joyful animation, as his eager eye
caught a glimpse of the light, fluttering drapery of a female, who, with
soft, rapid tread, was gliding along the outer edge of the screening
shrubbery towards him. The next instant he was at her side, ardently
grasping her half-proffered hand, and tenderly gazing into her
sweetly-confused countenance.
“How grateful,” he began, after a broken salutation--“how grateful I
should be for this obliging attention to the note I sent you, soliciting
a meeting which--”
“Which my gallant preserver of old will be pretty sure to misconstrue, I
fear me,” interrupted the maiden, with a half-murmured, sportive laugh.
“No, Miss Haviland,” he replied, too intent on a serious demonstration
of his feelings to respond in the same spirit--“no, I am not so
presuming; nor do I wish to count on the former service, which you so
magnify, and which has induced you, perhaps, to grant this interview.”
“In part, I confess,” was the answer to this implied question.
“I suspected--I feared so,” he rejoined, despondingly. “Would to Heaven
you could have acted entirely aside from that motive, and then I
might have found cause to hope. But now,” he added, with suppressed
emotion--“now--But O, how can I harbor the chilling thought of being
doomed to love without a return! Say, fairest and best, must this indeed
be so?”
The downcast look and the quick-heaving bosom were the only reply;
and the impassioned lover, gathering courage even from these uncertain
indications, proceeded:--
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