"My darling Yankee husband is ve'y absurd, and he doesn't suspect it! Why! don't you perfec'ly ridiculous Zouaves know that you'll both be back in New York befo' I am--and all tired out keeping up with the pace yo' general sets you ?" But when it was time to say good-bye once more, her limbs grew weak and she leaned heavily on husband and son, her nerveless feet dragging across the spring turf.
"Oh, Curt, Curt," she faltered, her soft cheeks pressed against the stiff bullion on his sleeve and collar, "if only I had the wretched consolation of sending you away to fight fo' the Right--fo' God and country--There, darling! Fo'give me--fo'give me.

I am yo' wife first of all--first of all, Curt.

And that even comes befo' country and--God!--Yes, it does! it _does_, dear.

You are all three to me--I know no holier trinity than husband, God, and native land.

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