"He here——"
"And disguised, too."
"What can his mission be?"
"To spy upon your forces,—perhaps to compass my life."
"Eulalie, dear Eulalie! he did ask many questions concerning you."
"Oh, Heavens! then I am lost! Oliver, do not leave me at this crisis."
"He dare not approach you, while under the protection of the British flag."
"There it is—mon Dieu! that is my crime. Envious, malignant, subtle, and vindictive, Heaven and his own heart can only tell his present object; but be assured he has not lost sight of me. Alas! you know him not, as I so fatally know him; and thus, you cannot conceive the deep-laid plans and carefully-developed cruelty of which he is capable. Rouvigny here—even here! Then again I am a prey to terror, to mistrust, and to misery. But you, Oliver—you will not, must not leave me," she added, clinging to me in undisguised fear and desperate hope.
I gazed upon her beautiful face, her upturned and soft beseeching eyes, and the orders of the general seemed to be written in letters of fire before me. I could only press her to my breast and remain silent.
"You mentioned a negro being in the boat with him?" said she.