Janice Meredith by Paul Leicester Ford
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"And you'll tell your father?"
"No," denied the girl. "I did n't want to listen by stealth, but since I did, I'm no tale-bearer." Raising the hand he held by the wrist, Charles kissed it. "I should have known you were no eavesdropper, Miss Janice," he said, releasing his hold. "But--Oh, what is it you are going to do?" asked Janice. "I have your word that it goes no further?" "Yes." "A secret letter came to the Brunswick Committee yester-morn from General Washington, saying that it had just been discovered that their powder account was a lie, and that there were less than ten rounds to each man in stock. He knew by some means of what is here, and he begged the committee to send it to him; for if the British attacked him in his present plight, 't would be fatal. And yet what think you the committee did?" "They asked you to take it to him?" "Not they, the--Ah! there 's no words to fit them. Old Hennion, mean hunks that he is, wanted them to write and offer to sell it at double what had been paid for 't, while Bagby would n't part with it on any terms, because he said |
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