So, feeling that I was engaged in a just cause, I bravely determined to serve the writs if possible.
It was a delightful ride up into the highlands through woods just turning green.

Full flowing noisy brooks cut the road here and there on their way to the great river.

Latour rode along beside me for a few miles and began to tell of his sentimental adventures and conquests.

His talk showed that he had the heart of a stone.

It made me hate him and the more because he had told of meeting Sally on the street in Albany and that he was in love with her.