Prisoners of Hope: A Tale of Colonial Virginia. Mary Johnston

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       A MESSAGE

       CHAPTER XXV

       THE ROAD TO PARADISE

       CHAPTER XXVI

       NIGHT

       CHAPTER XXVII

       MORNING

       CHAPTER XXVIII

       BREAD CAST UPON THE WATERS

       CHAPTER XXIX

       THE BRIDGE OF ROCK

       CHAPTER XXX

       THE BACKWARD TRACK

       CHAPTER XXXI

       THE HUT IN THE CLEARING

       CHAPTER XXXII

       ATTACK

       CHAPTER XXXIII

       THE FALL OF THE LEAF

       CHAPTER XXXIV

       AN ACCIDENT

       CHAPTER XXXV

       THE BOAT THAT WAS NOT

       CHAPTER XXXVI

       THE LAST FIGHT

       CHAPTER XXXVII

       VALE

PRISONERS OF HOPE

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CHAPTER I

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A SLOOP COMES IN

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      "She will reach the wharf in half an hour."

      The speaker shaded her eyes with a great fan of carved ivory and painted silk. They were beautiful eyes; large, brown, perfect in shape and expression, and set in a lovely, imperious, laughing face. The divinity to whom they belonged was clad in a gown of green dimity, flowered with pink roses, and trimmed about the neck and half sleeves with a fall of yellow lace. The gown was made according to the latest Paris mode, as described in a year-old letter from the court of Charles the Second, and its wearer gazed from under her fan towards the waters of the great bay of Chesapeake, in his Majesty's most loyal and well beloved dominion of Virginia.

      The object of her attention was a large sloop that had left the bay and was sailing up a wide inlet or creek that pierced the land, cork-screw fashion, until it vanished from sight amidst innumerable green marshes. The channel, indicated by a deeper blue in the midst of an expanse of shoal water, was narrow, and wound like a gleaming snake in and out among the interminable succession of marsh islets. The vessel, following its curves, tacked continually, its great sail intensely white against the blue of inlet, bay and sky, and the shadeless green of the marshes, zigzagging from side to side with provoking leisureliness. The girl who had spoken watched it eagerly, a color in her cheeks, and one little foot in its square-toed, rosetted shoe tapping impatiently upon the floor of the wide porch in which she stood.

      Her companion, lounging upon the wooden steps, with his back to a pillar, looked up with an amused light in his blue eyes.

      "Why are you so eager, cousin?" he drawled. "You cannot be pining for your father when 'tis scarce five days since he went to Jamestown. Do the Virginia ladies watch for the arrival of a new batch of slaves with such impatience?"

      "The slaves! No, indeed! But, sir, in that boat there are three cases from England."

      "Ah, that accounts for it! And what may these wonderful cases contain?"

      "One contains the dress in which I shall dance with you at the party at Green Spring which the governor is to give in your honor—if you ask me, sir. Oh, I take it for granted that you will, so spare us your protestations. 'Tis to have a petticoat of blue tabby and an overdress of white satin trimmed with yards and yards of Venice point. The stockings are blue silk, and come from the French house in Covent Garden, as doth the scarf of striped gauze and the shoes, gallooned with silver. Then there are my combs, gloves, a laced waistcoat, a red satin bodice, a scarlet taffetas mantle, a plumed hat, a pair of clasped garters, a riding mask, a string of pearls, and the latest romances."

      "A pretty list! Is that all?"

      "There are things for aunt Lettice, petticoats and ribbons, a gilt stomacher and a China monster, and for my father, lace ruffles and bands, a pair of French laced boots, a periwig, a new scabbard for his rapier, and so on."

      The young man laughed. "'Tis a curious life you Virginians lead," he said. "The embroidered suits and ruffles, the cosmetics and perfumes of Whitehall in the midst of oyster beds and tobacco СКАЧАТЬ