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Updated: May 18, 2025
Screeching profanity, the Wowzer grappled; and, for an instant, the two men rocked, reeled, and swayed in each other's embrace; then, both men losing their balance, they shot suddenly backward, the Wowzer, undermost, striking his head against the table's edge and men, table, and lamp crashed downward in a heap to the floor.
He had staggered as he set her down, sinking into a chair and closing his eyes as he leaned on the table's edge. "You are hurt!" she cried. "I I can see the blood!" The wounded Southerner braced himself. "No, dear, no," he strove to reassure her. "It isn't anything; only a little scratch from a Yank that tried to get me. But he didn't, though," the soldier added with a smile. "I'm just tired."
Large branching candelabra had meantime been placed on the table, and in a glow of light we stood to our feet and honoured the toast. As I stood up and looked to the table's end, I saw the dark, restless eyes and the heavy blue jowl of Governor Nicholson. He saw me, for I was alone at the bottom end, and when we were seated, he cried out to me, "What news of trade, Mr. Garvald?
His benign face would, no doubt, be extremely grave to match the suit he had put on, but its expression will have lightened somewhat when his glance fell upon Rosamund standing there by the table's edge. "I was overjoyed," he writes, "to find her so far recovered, and seeming so much herself again, and I expressed my satisfaction."
"It is here," she said, and she rolled a glass ball with the suddenness that had the appearance of magic from the dark portion of the table's surface into the oval of light. And it was so exactly spherical, and the table top was so smooth that it would not stay where it was put, and she had to hold it there with her ringed hand. "So that's it," I remarked.
Spread the long table's full array, There sits a ghost in every chair! One breathing form no more, alas! Amid our slender group we see; With him we still remained "The Class," without his presence what are we? The hand we ever loved to clasp, That tireless hand which knew no rest, Loosed from affection's clinging grasp, Lies nerveless on the peaceful breast.
The shade was yellow, and that contended with the blue of the sapphire, but couldn't break its light. With the first flash of its splendor in her face she felt certainty threatening her. She shook the ring quickly off her finger and it fell with a light clatter on the table's marble top fell with the sapphire face down, and all its light hidden.
So now you know why I should stick and hang by toe and finger-tip and glare across the little space that gaped between my itching fingers and the bit of parchment passed from hand to hand around the table's end. If I could make a shift to rob them of this map It was a desperate chance, but in the frenzy of the moment I resolved to take it. Their placings round the table favored me.
'What I viewed there once, what I view again, Where the physic bottles stand On the table's edge, is a suburb lane, With a wall to my bedside hand. 'That lane sloped, much as the bottles do, From a house you could descry O'er the garden-wall. Is the curtain blue Or green to a healthy eye?
He laid the letter on the table's edge and a wandering air bore it slanting to the floor, but he promptly recovered it. "That must go in the safe," he ended; "it is well to have a slight grasp on those gentlemen." He rose; and a few minutes later Lavinia saw his trim brown launch, with its awning and steersman in gleaming white, rushing through the bay toward Naples.
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