Laramore

Spc. Laramore was assigned to the 1st Battalion, 18th Infantry Regiment, Schweinfurt, Germany.

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The titanic laughter of Laramore and the drinking catch which Sir Charles trolled forth at the top of a high, sweet voice had announced their approach long before they pushed their horses into the open; and the population of the village was come forth to meet them with song and dance and in gala attire.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

Laramore started up with a roar of "My ship!" and then broke into a torrent of oaths.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

Captain Laramore, with a bandaged shoulder, a long pipe between his teeth, and at his elbow a tankard of sack and an elderly Hebe in the person of Mistress Lettice Verney.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

Mistress Lettice was alternately wailing that they were all undone and murdered, and wringing her hands over the obstinacy of Captain Laramore who, rapier in left hand, would stand guard at the door, instead of keeping quiet as the Doctor had said he must.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

"Faith! it is a color we shall see more of presently," said Laramore, divesting himself of his doublet.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

Vera Laramore went red and white by turns and lost, for a moment, her grasp of the situation, then grew virtuously indignant, which was a tactical error for if she were innocent of such a thought as that which her friend expressed she should have been either amused or curious.

Tam o' the Scoots Edgar Wallace 1903

The elders managed to restrain their impatience, but Laramore began to whistle, and when checked by a look from the Governor, turned to Sir

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

"He never met anybody stranger than Vera -- or better," said Laramore, with a little laugh.

Tam o' the Scoots Edgar Wallace 1903

Laramore, thou must let us fight for thee, man, though I know thou findest it a bitter pill.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903