Suddenly she asked, "Do you sometimes tell falsehoods ?" "Guilty." "Are they ever justified ?" "Well, really I don't know; from the standpoint of the strict moralist I presume not; but it is my judgment the strict moralist wouldn't last long in time of war." I was amused at the earnestness with which she looked at me, apparently weighing my words as soberly as though they had important meaning.
"What's the trouble?
If there is any prevaricating to be done, turn it over to me--I have become an expert." "No doubt," her face brightening, "but I must attend to this case myself.

Judge Moran will have to suppose you a Confederate spy.

No, not a word of protest will I listen to.

If you go along with me, it must be exactly as I say; there is no other way, for otherwise he would never receive you into the house." "Oh, very well," I replied indifferently, my eyes marking the swift approach of that distant squad of cavalry.

"The masquerade will be short, and well worth while if it only earns me a breakfast with you." The toss of her head was hardly complimentary.