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"
Oh
,
stop
!
Please
,
stop
!
"
He
reined
in
so
suddenly
the
horse
went
back
on
its
haunches
,
pawing
the
air
.
There
were
harsh
lines
of
fatigue
and
urgency
in
his
face
but
his
tattered
gray
hat
was
off
with
a
sweep
.
"
Madam
?
"
"
Tell
me
,
is
it
true
?
Are
the
Yankees
coming
?
"
"
I
'm
afraid
so
.
"
"
Do
you
know
so
?
"
"
Yes
,
Ma
'm
.
I
know
so
.
A
dispatch
came
in
to
headquarters
half
an
hour
ago
from
the
fighting
at
Jonesboro
.
"
"
At
Jonesboro
?
Are
you
sure
?
"
"
I
'm
sure
.
There
's
no
use
telling
pretty
lies
,
Madam
.
The
message
was
from
General
Hardee
and
it
said
:
'
I
have
lost
the
battle
and
am
in
full
retreat
.
'
"
