The army starved at Valley Forge....
God knows where and how I lived and famished through all that bitter blackness....

An artillery horse had trodden on my hip where I lay huddled in a cow-barn under the straw close to the horses, for the sake of warmth.

I hobbled for a month....

And so ill was I become in mind as well as body that had any man been kind--God knows what had happened! And once I even crept abroad meaning to take what offered.

Do you deem me vile, Euan ?" "No--no--" I could not utter another word.
She sighed, gazing at space.
"And the cold! Well--this is July, and I must try to put it from my mind.