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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"Love under Fire"

She did not see me until her
foot was upon the last step, and then she stopped, suddenly, one hand
gripping the rail, her cheeks burning. One glance into her eyes caused
me to nerve myself for an unpleasant session.
"I have been waiting for you to return," she said very coldly, yet with
a slight falter in the voice, "and when I spoke to the sergeant, he said
you were up here."
I bowed, hat in hand, and waited, unwilling to speak until I knew
something of her purpose.
"Lieutenant Galesworth, what is the meaning of all this? What do you
propose doing with my father and Captain Le Gaire?"
"Did they send you to me to find out?"
"No; father merely supposed I was going to my own room after something I
needed."
"And Le Gaire?" I insisted.
She looked at me frankly, her eyes utterly fearless.
"We have scarcely spoken, and--and he certainly would never have advised
my coming to you. I came of my own volition, because--well, because you
claimed this was all a service to me. I--I do not understand what you
meant, or--or why you hold us prisoners."
I thought I saw light now. She forced herself to be angry with me, but
face to face was unable to carry out the programme.
"Will you come up here, Miss Billie?" I asked. "Let us take this settee
a moment, and I will endeavor to explain.


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