Nobody has any honest claims on me in Guilford, now, nor I any on them.
An next I knowed, folks began to stop off here inquirin for Mr. Guilford.
Sickness, desertion, and the loss sustained at Guilford Courthouse had reduced his little army.
Certainly, said Wayne politely, following Guilford into the house.
Guilford's broom has swept the high-salaried official corners clean.
Why should Guilford forbid the topic as though its discussion were painful to Wayne?
“You must speak with my daughter, lieutenant, before we part,” continued Mr. Guilford.
Mr. Guilford, he said, I wonder 90 whether this note—and my answer to it—concerns you.
"Guilford merely jumped at the chance of your freeing yourself of this newspaper slavery," mother interceded.
I wrote to you from Guilford, which I hope you have received.