[The Port of Missing Men by Meredith Nicholson]@TWC D-Link bookThe Port of Missing Men CHAPTER XV 3/16
The Virginia mountains were linked in her mind to the dreams of her youth, to her earliest hopes and aspirations, and to the books she had read, and she galloped happily out of the valley to the tune of an old ballad.
She rode as a woman should, astride her horse and not madly clinging to it in the preposterous ancient fashion.
She had known horses from early years, in which she had tumbled from her pony's back in the stable-yard, and she knew how to train a horse to a gait and how to master a beast's fear; and even some of the tricks of the troopers in the Fort Myer drill she had surreptitiously practised in the meadow back of the Claiborne stable. It was on Tuesday that John Armitage had appeared before her in the pergola.
It was now Thursday afternoon, and Chauvenet had been to see her twice since, and she had met him the night before at a dance at one of the cottages. Judge Claiborne was distinguished for his acute and sinewy mind; but he had, too, a strong feeling for art in all its expressions, and it was his gift of imagination,--the ability to forecast the enemy's strategy and then strike his weakest point,--that had made him a great lawyer and diplomat.
Shirley had played chess with her father until she had learned to see around corners as he did, and she liked a problem, a test of wit, a contest of powers.
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