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Portrait of John Pendleton Kennedy John Pendleton Kennedy Horse-Shoe Robinson: A Tale of the Tory Ascendency

Have I not reason, dear brother, to be miserable?"
"I love you, Mildred," said Henry, kissing his sister, "and what's more, I love Arthur Butler, and will stand up for him against the world. And I have a good mind to go to my father and tell him I am man enough to think for myself—and more than that—that I, for one, believe these rebels, as he calls them, have the right of it. Why shouldn't I? Can't I shoot a rifle as well as the best of them, and stand by a friend in a quarrel, and make good my words as well as many a man who writes twenty years to his age?
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Portrait of John Pendleton Kennedy John Pendleton Kennedy Horse-Shoe Robinson: A Tale of the Tory Ascendency

Time may bear us along like a rough trotting horse; and our journey may have its dark night, its quagmires, and its jack-o'lanterns, but there will come a ruddy morning at last—a smoother road, and an easier gait; and thou, my girl, shalt again instruct me how to win a triumph over the ills of life."
"And we will be happy, Arthur, because all around us will be so," added Mildred, catching the current of Butler's thoughts, with that ready versatility which eminently showed the earnestness and devotion of her feelings—"Ah, may heaven grant this boon, and bring these dreams to life!
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Portrait of John Pendleton Kennedy John Pendleton Kennedy Horse-Shoe Robinson: A Tale of the Tory Ascendency

The sacrifice that you have made—its ever present and unmitigated weight, silently and sleeplessly inflicting its slow pains upon your free and generous spirit; that, Mildred, is the chief and most galling of my cares."
"This weary war, this weary war," breathed Mildred, in a pensive under key, "when will it be done!"
"The longest troubles have their end," replied Butler, "and men, at last, spent with the vexations of their own mischief, fly, by a selfish instinct, into the bosom of peace. God will prosper our enterprise, and bring our battered ship into a fortunate haven."
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