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A Little Traitor To The South

Auhtor: Cyrus Townsend Brady

Language: english
Published: 1903

Genres:

humor,  war
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Review by Daniel G. Lebryk, September 2007


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Little Traitor To The South':

... hated Rhett Sempland per contra, at that moment, she loved Harry Lacy. For Harry Lacy was he about whom the difference began. Rhett Sempland, confident ...
... nothing to do with him. . Chapter Ii. She Hates Them Both.CHAPTER II. SHE HATES THEM BOTH. You are, he said at last, a lonely, unprotected ...
... you love him-or me.. The girl stared from one to the other in indignant bewilderment. Lacy was an ideal lover. Sempland looked like a stern master, ...
... his grip and-. I can't understand it, said Sempland, vaguely. Of course you can't. You're so strong and so self-contained-such as you never ...
... Don't explode your torpedo until you are in actual contact if possible. Glassell's went off the moment he saw her without touching, else he would ...
... stretched out her hand to him. You have been very good-very brave-very noble, she faltered. I wish-I-I loved you more than-than I do.. He ...
... laid his hand upon the knob, and tried to open it. It did not give. Locked. he muttered in surprise. Raising his hand he struck a light blow ...
... little party of officers grouped on the wharf bade good-by to the men who entered the deadly affair as if they were saying farewell to those about ...
... of Charleston, the woman who had done more for the South than any other woman in the Carolinas, perhaps, to be disgraced, certainly to be punished, ...
... were slowly approaching nearer. The bearings of the cranks and screws had been well oiled, and the David slipped through the water without a ...
... mysterious way she was happy at being in his arms. His heart leaped at the recollection. She had not struggled. She had almost nestled against him. He ...
... in eliminating the magnificent new steam sloop-of-war Housatonic from the force blockading them. Incidentally he learned, with some additional ...
... that a lady was below who asked the privilege of an interview with him. Lady. What lady. demanded Beauregard, impatiently. He was in no mood for ...
... is true. My mother was a Southern woman, one of the Glens of Halifax-. I knew her. exclaimed Beauregard. She died when I was a child, ...
... to the last, that his essional future was a matter of indifference to her nay, that his very life was a thing she would jeopard or even forfeit lightly. ...
... session of the court. General Beauregard was remarkable for his promptness and celerity, and he had declared that the young man should be tried immediately. ...
... answered Sempland. I would tell them that you-ah-love me and that you are trying to save me. And more, if you say one word to General Beauregard, ...
... father-there. Now, will you release me.. Your father. And there is no other man. in great bewilderment, through which the glimmering of ...
... Sempland, he scarcely comprehended it. The court-martial. whispered Fanny Glen, fearfully, instinctively shrinking closer to Sempland as she spoke. That ...
... Fanny Glen. Fanny Glen, he said imperiously, come here.. And to him she came with astonishing meekness. Put your arms around my neck.. And ...