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Stuart decided that the point toward which he should direct the last stage of his march was Haxall's Landing, south of Malvern Hill, but distance, darkness, and the proximity of the Federals compelled him to halt before he could join Jackson.

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Stuart decided that the point toward which he should direct the last stage of his march was Haxall's Landing, south of Malvern Hill, but distance, darkness, and the proximity of the Federals compelled him to halt before he could join Jackson.

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Even if Butler were held, Sheridan with his powerful cavalry still lingered at Haxall's Landing below Malvern Hill.

LEE’S LIEUTENANTS DOUGLAS SOUTHALL FREEMAN 2001

Even if Butler were held, Sheridan with his powerful cavalry still lingered at Haxall's Landing below Malvern Hill.

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Thus exhorted, Haxall jerking his cap jauntily on one side of his head, throwing an additional quantity of impudence into his face, and placing his hands on the hips, so that the elbows stuck out on each side, approached the Quaker.

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"Why the old cuss is a crying," answered Haxall, "or, perhaps, it's the whisky leaking out he took for his morning bitters."

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On his apologizing for the length of his visit, Mr.. Scott assured him she never retired before one or two o'clock, but that she had no idea it was so late, Mr. Haxall being one of the most agreeable gentlemen she had ever met, when in fact he had not spoken a dozen words, but was a charmed listener to her interesting description of her travels abroad.

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"Smoke the old quiz, Haxall," cried the boy who had first spoken.

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"You're a mean devil yourself," retorted Haxall, all his fiery passions kindling at the other's taunt.

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"Have I forgot!" exclaimed Haxall, with a sudden revulsion of feeling.

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