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The Traitor. E-book. Formato EPUB Thomas Dixon - Skyline, 2017 -
WHAS the mather with the latch! He shook it gently. “ No mistake about it—grown solid to the fence. I’ll have to climb over.” He touched the points of the sharp pickets, suddenly straightened himself with dignity and growled: “ I won’t climb over my own fence, and I won’t scratch under. I’ll walk straight through.” A vicious lurch against the gate smashed the latch and he fell heavily inside. He had scarcely touched the ground when a fair girl of eighteen, dressed in spotless white, reached the gate, running breathlessly, darted inside, seized his arm and helped him to his feet. “ Mr. John, you must come home with me,” she said eagerly. “ Grot to see old Butler, Miss Susie.” “ You’re in no condition to see Judge Butler.” She spoke with tenderness and yet with authority. “ And why not?” he argued good-naturedly. “Ain’t I dressed in my best bib and tucker?” He brushed the dirt from his seedy frock coat and buttoned it carefully.
The Leopard's Spots. E-book. Formato EPUB Thomas Dixon - Skyline, 2017 -
ON the field of Appomattox General Lee was waiting the return of a courier. His handsome face was clouded by the deepening shadows of defeat. Rumours of surrender had spread like wildfire, and the ranks of his once invincible army were breaking into chaos. Suddenly the measured tread of a brigade was heard marching into action, every movement quick with the perfect discipline, the fire, and the passion of the first days of the triumphant Confederacy. “ What brigade is that?” he sharply asked. “ Cox’s North Carolina,” an aid replied. As the troops swept steadily past the General, his eyes filled with tears, he lifted his hat, and exclaimed, “God bless old North Carolina!”
The Clansman: An Historical Romance of the Ku Klux Klan. E-book. Formato EPUB Thomas Dixon - Skyline, 2017 -
The fair girl who was playing a banjo and singing to the wounded soldiers suddenly stopped, and, turning to the surgeon, whispered: “What’s that?” “It sounds like a mob——” With a common impulse they moved to the open window of the hospital and listened. On the soft spring air came the roar of excited thousands sweeping down the avenue from the Capitol toward the White House. Above all rang the cries of struggling newsboys screaming an “Extra.” One of them darted around the corner, his shrill voice quivering with excitement: “Extra! Extra! Peace! Victory!” Windows were suddenly raised, women thrust their heads out, and others rushed into the street and crowded around the boy, struggling to get his papers. He threw them right and left and snatched the money—no one asked for change. Without ceasing rose his cry: “Extra! Peace! Victory! Lee has surrendered!” At last the end had come.