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He had been before in drawing-rooms hung with red damask, with pictures "of the Italian school"; what struck him was the way in which Medora Manson's shabby hired house, with its blighted background of pampas grass and Rogers statuettes, had, by a turn of the hand, and the skilful use of a few properties, been transformed into something intimate, "foreign," subtly suggestive of old romantic scenes and sentiments.
"I saw Rogers just as I was leaving town. I had not time to ask him any particulars about you, and indeed he is not exactly the man from whom I would ask news about my friends. I dined tête-
"We've hed 'nough talk on religion fer one spaill, I think," now put in Mrs. Rogers. "Let's hev some apples an' cidah. Susan, see whut them childurn air about. They're mekin' 'nough fuss to tek the roof off."
Always desirous of being just and merciful, Morse writes to Vail on May 1: "Rogers is here. I have had a good deal of conversation with him, and the result is that I think that some circumstances which seemed to inculpate him are explicable on other grounds than intention to injure us."
A second week passed, and one morning found George Dorety standing in the coach-house companionway at the for'ard end of the long poop, taking his first gaze around the deck. The Mary Rogers was reaching full-and-by, in a stiff breeze. Every sail was set and drawing, including the staysails. Captain Cullen strolled for'ard along the poop.
As the sun showed its face over the great sea of mountains away to the east of Death Valley, and it seemed to rise very early for winter season we packed up and started west on the big trail. Rogers and I took the oxen and mule and went on, leaving the others to accompany Old Crump and his little charges.
Williams was evidently very much pleased at the prospect of getting out to sea again, for as he passed Sibylla he raised his hat with more grace than could have been expected of him and wished her "good-morning!" a salutation which the young lady silently acknowledged with one of her most stately bows. Presently the cry came from Rogers: "Anchor's aweigh, sir."
Accompanying Lieutenant Rogers was Private John McDougall, * 67th Regiment, and Lieutenant E.H. Lewis, * who gallantly swam the ditches, and were the first established on the walls, each assisting the others to mount the embrasures.
But after the horsemen passed the point that led to the Star trail, a new anxiety seized Rogers and a passion that sent the blood to his face swept over him. His eyes were glowing with an excitement that he could not repress when he turned to Colver. "Somethin's up!" he snapped. "Deveny's been sullen as hell for a good many days ever since Harlan came to the Star.
They say the bungalow is still cut off, probably, but they'll take us as near as they can. I'm going, and this Rogers Belle's friend will go, too." "What do you think, Jerry?" she besought him, agonized. "My darling, I don't know what to think." "Were were many lives lost, Jerry?" "A few, dear." "Jerry," Molly's burning eyes searched his, "I'm sane now.
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