THE RETURN OF LE GAIRE "I shall endeavor to make it as little unpleasant as I can," she rejoined, "but will demand obedience.

Right wheel; forward march.

Yes, through the door; the surroundings are not unfamiliar." It was the judge's library, where I had hidden before at the coming of Captain Le Gaire, and she paused in the doorway, glancing curiously about.
"Remember now, you are on parole, but restricted to this room." "For how long ?" She made an exceedingly pretty picture in that frame, and I was in no hurry to be deprived of it.
"Until--well, until I am pleased to release you.

Don't scowl; I'm sure I'm trying to be nice, and I never was so polite to a Yankee before.
Really this is the pleasantest room in the house; I have passed hours in here myself." "Perhaps this afternoon--" She shook her head violently, her eyes dancing with laughter.
"Certainly not; with all these Confederate officers here.

Sometimes I think you are very conceited--I wonder if you are." And then before I could answer,--"What a handsome man Captain Bell is; and so delightful of him to remember having met you." The witch was plainly enough laughing at me, but she chose a poor subject in Bell.
"And my sentence, then, is solitary confinement ?" "That is far better than you deserve.