He
unconsciously picked up the rapier and shook it till its blade
swished.
"I might have known better than to expect decency from a wench of
your character," he said. "I hoped to do you a favor; but I see
that you are not capable of accepting kindness politely."
"I am sure, Monsieur, that I have but spoken the truth plainly to
you. You would not have me do otherwise, I hope."
Her voice, absolutely witching in its softness, freshness and
suavity, helped the assault of her eyes, while her dimples
twinkled and her hair shone. Hamilton felt his heart move
strangely; but he could not forbear saying in English:
"If you are so devilish truthful, Miss, you will probably tell me
where the flag is that you stole and hid."
It was always the missing banner that came to mind when he saw
her.
"Indeed I will do nothing of the sort," she promptly replied.
"When you see that flag again you will be a prisoner and I will
wave it high over your head."
She lifted a hand as she spoke and made the motion of shaking a
banner above him. It was exasperation sweetened almost to delight
that took hold of the sturdy Briton. He liked pluck, especially in
a woman; all the more if she was beautiful. Yet the very fact that
he felt her charm falling upon him set him hard against her, not
as Hamilton the man, but as Hamilton the commander at Vincennes.
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