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That I have no memory of, but how Eumarides bound thee there, upon a time, and flogged thee through and through, that I do very well remember. Comatas. Already, Morson, some one is waxing bitter, dust thou see no sign of it? Go, go, and pluck, forthwith, the squills from some old wife's grave. Lacon. And I too, Morson, I make some one chafe, and thou dost perceive it.
In the meantime he laughed and met Virginia's eye, and they both blushed and looked away quickly. But when they left the dining room an hour later, it was not Virginia that Dan sought. He had learned the duties of hospitality in the Major's school, and so he sat down beside Miss Lydia and asked her about her window garden, while Jack Morson made desperate love to his beautiful neighbour.
In a moment Virginia came out under an umbrella that was held by Jack Morson, and the carriage rolled slowly along the drive, while the young men stood, bareheaded, in the falling snow. "Keep a brave heart, Morson," said Champe, with a laugh, as he ran back into the house, where the Major waited to bar the door, "remember, you've known her but three hours, and stand it like a man.
"Well, isn't it Virginia?" asked Dan. "I tell you frankly," pursued the Major, in a confidential voice, "that if you want a rival with Virginia, you'll be apt to find a stout one in Jack Morson. He was back a week ago, and he's a fine fellow a first-rate fellow. I declare, he came over here one evening and I couldn't begin a single quotation from Horace that he didn't know the end of it.
With the opening spring Virginia went down to Richmond, where Jack Morson had taken rooms for her in the house of an invalid widow whose three sons were at the front. The town was filled to overflowing with refugees from the North and representatives from the South, and as the girl drove through the crowded streets, she exclaimed wonderingly at the festive air the houses wore.
He could not honestly assert that she had danced with him oftener than with Morson, or a dozen others, but he had a pleasant feeling that even when she shook her head and said, "I cannot," her soft eyes added for her, "though I really wish to." There was something almost pitiable, he told himself in the complacency with which that self-satisfied ass Morson would come and take her from him.
She was looking earnestly at Virginia, and wondering if she really liked Jack Morson so very much. The girl was so bewitching in her red dress, with the flush of a sudden emotion in her face, and the shyness in her downcast eyes. "Oh, that isn't fair, Virginia," called Champe from the steps. "Save your favour for the man that deserves it and look at me."
Our reserve was posted a little way from the river, in a pleasant field, where the fresh clover furnished a soft bed for the men, and a dainty bite for our horses. Just in front of us was a lovely spot the residence of Doctor Morson, for fifteen years a surgeon in the United States navy.
"Oh, there's nothing half so sweet in life," sang Morson, striking an attitude that almost threw him off his horse. "Shut up, Morson," commanded Diggs, "you ought to be thankful if you had enough sense left to moon with." "Sense, who wants sense?" inquired Morson, on the point of tears. "I have heart, sir."
Lacon. Let us shout, then! Comatas. Call thou to him. Lacon. Ho, friend, come hither and listen for a little while, for we two have a match to prove which is the better singer of country song. So Morson, my friend, neither judge me too kindly, no, nor show him favour. Comatas.
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