She knew Bethune hated him—and that counted a point in his favor—now.
Why, she tells you, to attend Bethune's horses at Saratoga (laughter).
The fire from the wall was very heavy, and the advance of Cullen's and Bethune's companies was checked.
Mrs. Bethune, the first witness, was then examined by her counsel.
An attack upon the French, south of Bethune, on the same day met with like results.
Again Bethune declined and as the woman re-entered the house, he turned to the girl.
By a sale of the lease, which her son Mr. Bethune made for her in 1795, she got an advance of one thousand pounds.
Deftly twirling the penknife, Bethune bored a neat hole in the leather.
They rode for a short distance in silence, then Bethune laughed.
Bethune had taken her hand as he talked, and she had not withdrawn it from his palm.