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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop 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.
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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop Edwin Brothertoft — Part III, Chapter XVII

The child you have known so long is a woman. Girlhood ends sharply here. The woman says, Good bye.”
As she stood waiting for the signal of flight, suddenly her mother’s cry of alarm broke the silence.
At that ill-omened voice, Lucy trembled, and for one moment despaired.
Then came the sharp crack of the pistol-shot.
The shock startled her into courage. This note of battle joined awaked all the combatant in her. “I cannot hide here,” she thought, “while they are in danger for my sake. I cannot fight, but I may help, if any one is hurt.”
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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop Edwin Brothertoft — Part III, Chapter XVII

He spoke, to be sure, with a burr, and trod as if the floor were undulating gayly beneath him; but why may not haste and eagerness make tongue and feet trip?
“Hooray, Ike!” cries he; “I’ve made all right outside. Plato’s just bringing out your horse, Miss. Thank you for looking after the Sergeant, Miss,” continued Jierck, blundering down on his knees beside Mr. Brothertoft. “How do you find yourself, Sergeant? O, you’ll do. Only a little love-tap the ball gave you. A drop of rum, — capital thing rum, always, — a drop on a bit of brown paper, stuck on the scratch, and you’re all right.
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