The subduing the girl's high spirit into
subservience to his own was in itself a peculiarly alluring
prospect, and he proved how little he appreciated her character by
whiling away part of the night over "Taming of the Shrew." A
creature of fitful impulse, nurtured into an arrogant sense of
superiority, he banished all compunctions, persuading himself easily
into the belief that as soldier, officer, and lover he was taking
the manly course in going straight forward. "The idea of consulting
a whimsical girl at such a time," he muttered, "when a Yankee horde
may descend on the plantation within forty-eight hours."
Miss Lou was quite as sleepless as himself, and also did a great
deal of thinking. She had too much pride to hide and mope in her
room. Her high, restless spirit craved action, and she determined to
brave whatever happened with the dignity of courage. She would face
them all and assert what she believed to be her rights before them
all, even the clergyman himself. She therefore appeared at the
breakfast table with just enough color in her cheeks and fire in her
eyes to enhance her beauty.
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