"Although this pass and an escort insure your probable safe conduct, this is 'war' and danger! You are still a spy! Are you ready to go ?" "I am," she said proudly, tossing back a braid of her fallen hair.

Yet a moment after she hesitated.

Then she said, in a lower voice, "Are you ready to forgive ?" "In either case," he said, touched by her manner; "and God speed you!" He extended his hand, and left a slight pressure on her cold fingers.
But they slipped quickly from his grasp, and she turned away with a heightened color.
He stepped to the door.

One or two aides-de-camp, withheld by his order against intrusion, were waiting eagerly with reports.

The horse of a mounted field officer was pawing the garden turf.