At a Girl's Mercy, or, The Fortunes of War — page 69: what you’re looking at

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58 AT A GIRL’S MERCY. One swift glance up at the quiet moon, a mute prayer in her heart that her mother might know, and she turned quietly to her companion, her dark eyes meeting his steadily. “T will go,’ she said, and he bent his head to hear. ‘‘I trust yo’, Jim. When ’ll I be reddy?’’ ‘“At nine o’clock at night, day after to-morrow,’’ he answered, briefly, but he stooped to kiss her. She drew herself back ‘proudly, and her eyes flashed with a new light. ; ‘‘Not yet,’ she said, quietly. ‘‘Wait till we’s free. There’s much to go throo ’et ’ll be men’s work. Treat me as a man till it’s over. An’ ef yo’ prove untrue——’’ There was a strange tingling sound in her voice, but her eyes finished the sentence. A flush and a frown darkened his face under the soft moonlight; he drew himself up, as though by so doing he shook off his chains forever; his voice was deep with passion when he spoke. ‘Kf yo’se got no mo’ faith in me ’n that, Lola, mebby it’d be bes’ fer yo’ ter stay boun’ an’ a slabe,’’ he said. eB reedom ain’t fer them ’ts cow- ards, an’ worse.’ Her eyes were a as the moonlight when she lifted them to his face; her voice was low and mel- low. ‘Ain't Ise tole yo’ ’t Ise trus’ yo’, Jim? But there’s others ’t hav’ trusted ’fore now to their sor- row. lon’y warn yo’. Ef yo’ lov’ me as yo’ say, there ain’t no need 0’ warnin’ yo’. Tell me wot I’ll 66 Pam Her words quieted his anger. Time was passing, and he must hasten; he knew well the consequences that would follow discovery in their plan. ahs nine o’ Sat’day night—this ’s Thu’ sd’y —be m Gomicbooks.co