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Portrait of Paul Leicester Ford Paul Leicester Ford Janice Meredith: A Story of the American Revolution

Oh, Sir Frederick!” she exclaimed. “You! How came you here?”
“They let me out of the prison Clowes me put in,” Mobray gasped; “and having nothing better, I enlisted in the ranks under another name.” There he choked with blood.
“Doctor,” called Janice, “come quickly!”
“Humph!” growled the surgeon, after one glance. “You should not summon me to waste time on him. Can’t you see ’t is hopeless?”
“Oh, don’t—” began Janice.
“Nay, he speaks the truth,” said Mobray; “and I thank God ’t is so. Don’t cry. I am glad to go; and though I have wasted my life, ’t is a happier death than poor John André’s.”
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Portrait of Paul Leicester Ford Paul Leicester Ford Janice Meredith: A Story of the American Revolution

For I love you, Miss Janice, love you more
Though taken very much by surprise, Janice drew herself up proudly, and interrupted: “You forget—” she began.
“Of course I forget!” broke in the groom. “What would love be worth if it did n’t forget everything but itself? I forget I’m a bond-servant, you ’d say. So I should if I were a king. But you are too heartless to know what love is,” he ended bitterly.
“’T is not so,” denied Janice, angrily; “but I’ll love no redemptioner, though he be as good-looking and good-tempered as you are ill-natured and ugly.”
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Portrait of Paul Leicester Ford Paul Leicester Ford Janice Meredith: A Story of the American Revolution

Meredith “’T was indeed a mercy of God that thou cam’st when thou didst.”
Pray give my mare, who has done her seventy miles since daylight, some share,” laughed the officer, heartily.
“Oh, Colonel Brereton, what do we not owe to you?” exclaimed Janice, warmly.
A few words told their champion of their plight and stirred him to hot anger.
“By heavens!” he growled; “I would that my general were here to curse the beldame, as he did Lee at Monmouth. Once you are cared for, I’ll return and see that she hear one man’s opinion of her. Follow me, and I’ll soon put you in comfort.”
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