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Dixon, Thomas, 1864-1946

"The Victim A romance of the Real Jefferson Davis"

I've been curious to know
if she is really sane. I stopped her on the street and asked her a
question. Is it forbidden in Richmond?"
He spoke with easy convincing carelessness.
Jennie smiled.
"Captain Welford evidently thinks so--"
"And you?"
"I am quite satisfied with your explanation--"
Dick took a step closer and faced his enemy.
"Well, I'm not Signor Socola--if that's your name--"
"Dick!" Jennie interrupted angrily.
The Captain ignored the interruption, holding the eye of the man he
hated.
"You spoke to that woman in low quick tones--"
"Your imagination is vivid, Captain--"
Dick squared his jaw into Socola's face.
"It's vivid enough to see through you. I'm going to wring your neck
before we're through with this thing--"
Jennie thrust her trembling figure between the two men and confronted
Dick.
[Illustration: "Jennie thrust her trembling little figure between the
two men and confronted Dick."]
"How dare you insult the man I love in my presence, Dick Welford?"
"Because I love the South better than my life and you do, too, Jennie
Barton--"
The girl's eyes flashed with rage.
"Leave this room, sir!"
Dick still faced Socola.
"Get out of this town to-night--or I'll wring your neck, you damned
spy!"
"Leave this room, Dick Welford!" Jennie repeated.


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