You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow

And Now, Dear Sister, I Must Leave This House Or The Retreating Army Will Make Me A Prisoner In It By Filling Up The Road I Am Directed To Take.

You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow Of My Husband.

Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

It Is Done... The Precious Portrait Placed In The Hands Of The Gentlemen For Safe Keeping.

I Would Rather Fight With My Hands Than My Tongue.