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Rogers's cabin in the bush when old Rogers was away. And I saw her creep out and join him, never thinking any one could see her!" She laughed, seeking Madison's averted eyes, yet scarcely noticing his suddenly contracted brows. Mr. McGee alone responded. "That's why," he said, explanatorily, to Madison, "I don't allow to have my Safie go round with those women.
When the two scrums assorted themselves, Bray was discovered about five yards from the ball, sitting on the head of a wretched, fat, unwashed product of Rogers's, punching him violently and ejaculating after each punch: "Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!" Jenks looked very fierce. "Now then, you stupid fellows.
And he could have sworn that they were the two men who had watched himself and Mr. Rogers at the ticket window, and the strangers who had tried to force their way into Mr. Rogers's carriage when he came up just in time to interfere. 'They got in somehow after all, then, he said to himself. 'Of course, I had forgotten. The Company runs third-class carriages on the continental trains now.
Most of them were men, but a few had brought their wives nice looking old ladies with them. Mr. Snider stood up on a high place, took off his black felt hat, with a great flourish, and put on his ghastly smile. "Welcome!" he shouted, "welcome to Rogers's Island!" There was a big man with a frock coat and top hat standing near the band.
They pulled Thomas Ballam's, and William Rogers's, and Stephen Sprake's carts into the road, and off came the wheels, and down fell the carts; and they found there was no linch-pins in the arms; and then they tried Samuel Shane's waggon, and found that the screws were gone from he, and at last they looked at the dairyman's cart, and he's got none neither!
In some instances, however, the memory is absolutely restored, and from what Mr. Burke has explained to me of Lucy Rogers's history this is what we may expect now. Or else, we must trust to time or an accident to awaken her dormant mental faculties. The case is so interesting that I should like, with your permission, to make an experiment which can result in no harm if it does not succeed."
I decided not to linger at this point, but merely stopped to ask the boy if I would be able to get a boat to row to Rogers's Island. "You won't want one," said he, "there's a bridge. You'll find it all dry walkin'." I learned what this meant, when, after about half an hour's walk, I came to a turn in the road, and a post with a metal sign: "Rogers's I. 1/2m."
It was his sister who was Boswell's step-mother. Rogers's Boswelliana, pp. 4, 82.
The cold, fresh breeze soon cleared Rogers's head of its aches and throbs, and he took stock of the ship and her people. She seemed to be about twelve hundred tons' register, with no skysails, stunsails, or other kites to make work for her crew, an easy ship, as far as wind and weather were concerned.
"But they are not alike except in looks. Her form and face are identical with Lucy's. I was so sure that I begged her to let me see if there was a scar on her left arm; but she refused." "Was there a scar on Lucy Rogers's left arm?" "Yes, sir. Several years ago, when we were children, we were making candy in the kitchen and Lucy burned herself badly.
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