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"He has character, and a queer sort of magnetism. It mightn't be a bad thing " Grace was counting. "I forgot to tell you; I think she refused Pink Denslow the other day." "I rather gathered, from the way she spoke of young Cameron, that she isn't interested there either." "Not a bit," said Grace, complacently. "You needn't worry about him." Howard smiled.
Denslow entered. The struggle had so shattered Rachel's self-control that she nervously grasped the letter and thrust it into her pocket, as if the mere sight of it would reveal to him the perturbation that was shaking her. His quick eyes quicker yet in whatever related to her noticed her embarrassment. "Excuse me," he said with that graceful tact which seemed the very fiber of his nature.
The music of the waltz invited a renewal of that intoxicating whirl which isolates friends and lovers, in whispering and sighing pairs, in the midst of a great assemblage. All the world looked on, when Honoria Denslow placed her hand upon the shoulder of the Duke of Rosecouleur, and the noble and beautiful forms began silently and smoothly turning, with a dream-like motion.
"I'd have killed a Portygee for sayin' a quarter as much. I'd have killed him for settin' foot abaft the gratin' killed him before he opened his mouth." "We ain't Portygees," rejoined Denslow, stubbornly. "We ain't no sailors." "Nor I ain't liar enough to call you sailors," the Cap'n cried, in scornful fury.
With her disengaged hand she felt for and took out a large pin that fastened a bit of lace to her throat, with the desperate intent to give her tormentor a sly stab that would change the current of his thoughts. But at the moment of carrying this into effect something caused her to look up, and she saw Dr. Denslow standing before her, with an amused look in his kindly, hazel eyes.
Denslow and Rachel, on benches around the table. What bouyant cheerfulness could do to raise Rachel's spirits and give an appetizing flavor to the coarse viands, Dr. Denslow did. "I apprehend," said he, "that you will suspect that in obtaining this steak the indefatigable cook made a mistake, and sliced a piece from a side of sole leather hanging near. This was not the case.
The soldiers, utterly exhausted by the previous days' frightful strain, lay around on the naked ground, sleeping, or in a half-waking torpor. An officer rode up to the wagon. "There seems to be some flour on this wagon," said the voice of Dr. Denslow. "Well, that may stay the boys' stomachs until we can get something better. Go on a little ways, driver."
Denslow always called him Uncle Si, and this circumstance rather prejudiced me in favor of him. The facts, too, that Uncle Si was not overcrowded with business, that he was considerate in his charges, and that he was of so great versatility that he could boss the plumbing as well as the carpentering these facts confirmed us in the opinion that Uncle Si was just the man for our needs.
Same has been done and is bein' done except in so far as we open 'em to remark that we want to get back onto dry ground." Hiram noted that the Cap'n's trembling hands were taking a half-hitch with a rope's end about a tiller-spoke. He understood this as meaning that Cap'n Sproul desired to have his hands free for a moment. He hastened to interpose. "We're goin' to start right back, Denslow.
"I have very good news for you," she said, later in the day. "Kent Edwards says that you are promoted to Captain, by special orders, for 'Conspicuous gallantry on the battle-field of Stone River." "And when are we to be married?" he asked. "Just as soon as you are able to travel back to Sardis." They looked up and saw Dr. Denslow standing beside them.
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