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I started out on the afternoon of the 26th and crossed the Appomattox at Broadway landing. At Deep Bottom I was joined by Kautz's small division from the Army of the James, and here massed the whole command, to allow Hancock's corps to take the lead, it crossing to the north bank of the James River by the bridge below the mouth of Bailey's Creek.
I mentioned the possibility of enlisting Bailey's influence. "Oh, we don't want Philistines like that infernal Bottle-Imp running us," he said hastily, and would hear of no concerted action for the end he had in view. "I'd rather not have the extension. "You see," he went on to explain, "Bailey's wanting in the essentials." "What essentials?" said I.
When the club, in view of my munificence, voted to name the guns Bailey's Battery I was prouder than I have ever been since over anything. The money thus raised, added to that already in the treasury, amounted to nine dollars a fortune in those days; but not more than we had use for.
To judge by the looks of Bailey's Harbor it might have been midnight. There was not a soul on the street, and only one or two houses had a light. "Oh, well, they go to bed early here." "Don't want to worry the Captain. He expected us back before supper." "We'll relieve his mind now, all right."
He had felt it when he talked with Ruth about Bill and the squirrels, and he felt it now. He was conscious of being extraordinarily irritated, not so much with any particular person as with the world in general. The very vagueness of Bailey's insinuations against Basil Milbank increased his resentment. What a pompous ass Bailey was!
'You may do wot you like with the bits of whisker. I don't care for 'em. The meek little barber stood gazing at him with the brush and soap-dish in his hand, stirring them round and round in a ludicrous uncertainty, as if he were disabled by some fascination from beginning. At last he made a dash at Mr Bailey's cheek.
All this was as before, but not as before was poor harassed Miss Bailey's swoop down the aisle, her sudden taking of Morris's troubled little face between her soft hands, the quick near meeting with her kind eyes, the note of pleading in her repetition: "What do you want, Morris?" He was beginning to answer when it occurred to him that the truth might make her cry.
I have been wondering as to the reason for the naming of the cornuses as dogwoods, and find in Bailey's great Cyclopedia of Horticulture the definite statement that the name was attached to an English red-branched species because a decoction of the bark was used to wash mangy dogs! This is but another illustration of the inadequacy and inappropriateness of "common" names.
It drew toward noon. Bailey's clear voice shouted back, "When we reach that swell we'll see the Western Coteaux." The Western Coteaux! To Burke, the man from Illinois, this was like discovering a new range of mountains. "There they rise," Bailey called, a little later. Burke looked away to the west. Low down on the horizon lay a long, blue bank, hardly more substantial than a line of cloud.
It wasn't, she told herself, Vigne's actions that made her fear the future so much as her, Linda's, knowledge of the possibilities of the past. Her undying hatred of that existence choked in her throat; the chance of its least breath touching Vigne, Arnaud's daughter, roused her to any embittered hazard. The girl, she was certain, returned a part at least of Bailey's feeling.