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Rooke kept the lieutenant behind for a moment. "What do you propose to do now, Mr. Lieutenant?" he inquired, with much kindly condescension; "our work is about finished, and we are proceeding home." "By you leave, Sir George," the young man replied, with flushed face, "I should like to join his Grace the Duke in the Netherlands, and so would the lad Fairburn."
Rooke, off Malaga, in 1704, illustrated professional fearlessness of consequences as conspicuously as he had shown personal daring in the boat attack at La Hougue; but his plans of battle exemplified the particularly British form of inefficient naval action. There was no great difference in aggregate force between the French fleet and that of the combined Anglo-Dutch under his orders.
Ebenezer Rooke and his assistants, who by their energy and forethought had saved the village from destruction but no one had noticed the efforts of the tiny child, working beyond his strength; and, indeed, he himself had had no idea of being noticed.
The Allies, therefore, were preparing to attack Spain from the eastern and the western sides of the Peninsula at the same time. So George and his comrades began their march eastward, while the gallant admiral Sir George Rooke was attacking Barcelona on the opposite coast. It was a new life for the English lad, and the heavy marches in a hot climate tried him.
Eighteen other ships of their fleet ran into La Hogue, where they were attacked by sir George Rooke, who destroyed them and a great number of transports laden with ammunition, in the midst of a terrible fire from the enemy, and in sight of the Irish camp.
Again there sounded in the distance the voices of the vendors of evening papers. The voices came nearer, one, two, half a dozen of them. They were all shouting together. "There must be some news," Mrs. Rooke said under her breath. "I shall come and see you to-morrow," Nelly said. "To-morrow I shall be free to come and go where I like.
"So the portrait is finished at last, I see." Nan glanced across at him anxiously. There was something in his manner that filled her with a quick sense of apprehension. "Not quite," replied Rooke easily. "I'm afraid we've been idling this morning. There are still a few more touches I should like to add." Roger crossed the room, and, standing in front of the picture, surveyed it in silence.
And you know what amateurs are! The cast tonight is perfectly splendid. I do think that Scotchman is the most killing creature! Don't you think he is wonderful, Mr. Rooke?" We may say what we will against the upper strata of Society, but it cannot be denied that breeding tells.
That odd, magician's charm which Rooke so indubitably possessed might prove difficult for any woman to resist doubly difficult for a woman whose entire happiness in life had fallen in ruins. The entrance of the maid with a telegram gave her the chance to evade answering. She tore open the envelope and perused the wire with a puzzled frown on her face.
I remember feeling disappointed because the co-operative stores, with their little seventeenth century panes, were so like any common shop; and because the public house, called 'The Tabard' after Chaucer's Inn, was so plainly a common public house; and because the great sign of a trumpeter designed by Rooke, the Pre- Raphaelite artist, had been freshened by some inferior hand.
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