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Randall Parrish. My Lady of the North
My Lady of the North
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The Love Story of a Gray-Jacket
CHAPTER I. — A DESPATCH FOR LONGSTREET
CHAPTER II. — THE NIGHT RIDE
CHAPTER III. — AN UNWELCOME GUEST
CHAPTER IV. — A WOMAN WITH A TEMPER
CHAPTER V. — A DISASTER ON THE ROAD
CHAPTER VI. — A STRUGGLE IN THE DARK
CHAPTER VII. — A DISCIPLE OF SIR WALTER
CHAPTER VIII. — MRS. BUNGAY DEFENDS HER HEARTHSTONE
CHAPTER IX. — IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY
CHAPTER X. — A WOMAN'S TENDERNESS
CHAPTER XI. — IN THE PRESENCE OF SHERIDAN
CHAPTER XII. — UNDER SENTENCE OF DEATH
CHAPTER XIII. — A STRANGE WAY OUT
CHAPTER XIV. — I BECOME A COLONEL OF ARTILLERY
CHAPTER XV. — AT THE STAFF OFFICERS' BALL
CHAPTER XVI. — THE WOMAN I LOVED
CHAPTER XVII. — THROUGH THE CAMP OF THE ENEMY
CHAPTER XVIII. — THE REPUTATION OF A WOMAN
CHAPTER XIX. — THE CAVALRY OUTPOST
CHAPTER XX. — A DEMON ON HORSEBACK
CHAPTER XXI. — REINFORCEMENTS FOR EARLY
CHAPTER XXII. — THE BATTLE IN THE SHENANDOAH
CHAPTER XXIII. — FIELD HOSPITAL, SIXTH CORPS
CHAPTER XXIV. — A NIGHT RIDE OF THE WOUNDED
CHAPTER XXV. — A LOST REGIMENT
CHAPTER XXVI. — THE SCOUTING DETAIL
CHAPTER XXVII. — AN EMBARRASSING SITUATION
CHAPTER XXVIII. — WE CAPTURE A COURIER
CHAPTER XXIX. — A MISSION FOR BEELZEBUB
CHAPTER XXX. — A UNION OF YANK AND REB
CHAPTER XXXI. — A CONVERSATION IN THE DARK
CHAPTER XXXII. — HAND TO HAND
CHAPTER XXXIII. — A BELLIGERENT GERMAN
CHAPTER XXXIV. — THE WORDS OF LOVE
CHAPTER XXXV. — A PLAN MISCARRIED
CHAPTER XXXVI. — THE LAST RESORT OF GENTLEMEN
CHAPTER XXXVII. — THE LAST GOOD-BYE
CHAPTER XXXVIII. — THE FURLING OF THE FLAGS
CHAPTER XXXIX. — MY LADY OF THE NORTH
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Randall Parrish
Published by Good Press, 2019
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This was the sort of work I had long ago learned to love; it warmed the blood, this constant certainty of imminent peril, this intense probability that any moment might bring a flash of flame into our very faces. Each step we took was now a stern, grim play with Fate, where the stakes were life and death. I felt my pulses throb as I rode steadily forward, fairly thrusting the darkness aside, my teeth hard set, my left hand heavy on a revolver butt.
How, in such a situation, the nerves tingle and the heart bounds to each strange sight and sound! Halt!—what was that? Pooh! no more than the deeper shadow of a sharply projecting rock, around which we pick careful way, our horses crowding against each other in the narrow space. And that? Nothing but the faint moan of the night wind amid the dead limbs of a tree. Ah! mark that sudden flash of light! The hand that closes iron-like upon the loosened rein opens again, for it was merely a star silently falling from out the black depths of the sky. Then both of us halt at once, and peer anxiously forward. The figure standing directly in the centre of our path, can it be a sentry at last? A cautious step forward, a low laugh from the Sergeant, and we circle the gaunt, blackened stump, as silent ourselves as the night about us, but with fiercely beating, expectant hearts.
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