“Child,” he said, regarding her with a winsome smile, “once you were beset with pride because you walked the length of a drawingroom by my side. Will you pleasure me with your company down this street?”
Peggy’s eyes were misty, and her voice full of infinite sadness as she replied:
“When I was proud to walk with thee, thou wert a brave soldier, wounded in the defense of thy country. Now thou hast betrayed that country, and thou hast come against thine own people, plundering and burning the property of thy brothers. I walk with no traitor, sir.”
Over his dark forehead, cheek, and neck the red blood rioted at her words, and his dark eyes flashed ominously.
“So be it,” he said at length. “Enemies we are, then. I could have served you greatly. Perhaps it would have been better for you to have been more politic; but no matter. Benedict Arnold forces his presence upon no one. This one thing, however, I ask of you: Tell me, I pray, where John Drayton is. But answer that and I will leave you in peace.”
”BENEDICT ARNOLD FORCES HIS PRESENCE UPON NO ONE“