Theodore Winthrop,
Edwin Brothertoft — Part III, Chapter XVII
“ Major Kerr made an attempt at “Au revoir, Miss Lucy.” But his vinous consonants could not find their places among his vinous vowels, and his civility was inarticulate.Skerrett halted, and watched Volante among the yellow trees, until there was not even a whisk of her tail to be seen across the luminous haze of the cool starlit night of October.“Noble horse! lovely lady!” he thought. “It is a sacrifice not to accompany and protect her; but she will be safe, and my duty is with my prisoner. Now, ought I not to go back and tell the wife that she did not kill her husband? Time is precious. ”
