"That's what's the matter with you.

Oh, of course, you'll deny, and pretend to be horrified.

I saw into your little game then, but I kept still; now you are carrying it too far." "What do you mean?
I am not accustomed to such language." "I mean this: You think you are in love with that sneaking Yankee spy--I don't know his name--the fellow you helped through our lines, and then hid at Moran's.

Now don't deny it; I asked some questions before I left there, and you were with him out under the grape arbor.

I saw the imprint of your feet in the soft dirt.