Do you know that the Unionists cut our dray horses' throats?
We're lucky to have whiskey in the store.

They broke open the cases of spirits and stole a lot of things....

Vicissitudes of savage life, you see!' She rattled on, scarcely pausing.

She was seated on a divan, the tea before her--he in a squatter's chair with long arms, in which he sat silent, leaning forward, his hands on the chair-arms, his eyes fixed upon her.

She avoided looking at him.