Our position, the danger of the night, all vanished, and I saw only the whiteness of her face.

Perhaps, had I been able to read her eyes, their expression might have served to curb my tongue, but nothing else could have held me silent.

"I am going away, going into the lines of a hostile army; I may not reach there alive, and, if I do, I may fall in the first battle.

I must tell you the truth first--I must.
Don't call it foolish, for it is not.

Dear, I may be a Yankee, but I am also a man, and I--" "Oh, stop! please stop!" her fingers clasping me, her form closer.