"What right
have they to do such a thing?" she asked herself over and over
again. Even more than at, the barbarism of the act she revolted at
its injustice. "I never wronged either of them," she repeated, "and
here they are recklessly bent on what would imbitter my life. The
idea of being fought about! Two animals couldn't do worse."
And so the long night was passed in bitter, painful thoughts. With
the dawning the bird's innocent songs jarred on her overwrought
senses. She looked out of the window by which she had kept her
vigil, inhaled the dewy freshness of the air and then bathed her
tired, hot eyes.
"To think that men would disturb the peace of such a morning by
their miserable, causeless hate! Where is Madison's love for his
mother? Why don't they remember the distress and horror that would
follow their mad act? Zany, wake up. It is time we were on the
watch."
Even as she spoke there was a heavy step in the outer hall, that of
the sergeant coming to wake Lieutenant Whately. Miss Lou glanced
from her window in time to see Captain Maynard striding from his
tent toward the grove which would screen the combatants from
observation.
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