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Rivers had observed this little side conversation and Van Dorn's close scrutiny of the samples, and was at his side in a moment, inquiring in his smoothest tones: "What do you think of that ore, Mr. Van Dorn?"
'I shall be safe if only I can remember you," she whispered to herself, wonderingly. "What did he mean?" Pondering the thought, she divined it had to do with Dorn's singular spiritual mood. He had gone to lend his body as so much physical brawn, so much weight, to a concerted movement of men, but his mind was apart from a harmony with that.
A boy dying on his bayonet! Then came a resurrection of Kurt Dorn's soul. He looked at what must be his last deed as a soldier. His mind halted. He saw only the ghastly face, the eyes in which he expected to see hate, but saw only love of life, suddenly reborn, suddenly surprised at death. "God save you, German! I'd give my life for yours!" Too late!
I feel as if I have committed some exotic sin. Yes, confession is good for the soul." "Shall we go back to the hotel?" The Baron leaned forward and grasped Dorn's hand feverishly. "I do not wish to joke any more," he whispered. "I have told you the truth. And you still smile at me. You are a curious man. I have for long sat like an exile surrounded by my villainies and smiling alone at the world.
There was a gun under his coat army revolver. Better than shooting Germans. This was the man. "You're going to pay for it," he spoke. "Go on, say something." Dorn's rage hesitated. A mistake. What the devil was up? "Oh, you've forgotten her," Hazlitt whispered. Shoot him! Voices inside demanded wildly that he shoot. Not talk, but kill. "Rachel," he cried suddenly. His eyes stopped seeing.
Dorn'd 'a' won by a vote so big that Dick Kelly wouldn't 'a' dared even try to count him out.... Dorn's a better man than Davy. But Dorn's got a foolish streak in him. He believes the foolishness he talks, instead of simply talking it to gain his end. I've been looking him over and thinking him over. He won't do, Jinny." Was her father discussing the matter abstractly, impersonally, as he seemed?
Had General Rosecrans pursued promptly, and been on the heels of this mass of confused and routed men, Van Dorn's army would surely have been utterly ruined; as it was, Van Dom regained Holly Springs somewhat demoralized. General Rosecrans did not begin his pursuit till the next morning, the 5th, and it was then too late.
His Army was twice as large as that of Curtis, and the fact that it was divided enabled Curtis to whip his Army in detail, so that Van Dorn's Army was virtually whipped before Curtis got his entire force into the field, Siegel only coming into battle after Van Dorn's Arkansas force had left for the South, Jeff C. Davis's Division having killed its two Division commanders, and Van Dorn had given Price orders to get out the best way he could, which forced him to retreat to the east towards White River.
"If he sends me those books to-day or tomorrow or even next day," thought Jane, "it will be a pretty sure sign that he was impressed whether he knows it or not." She had now definitely passed beyond the stage where she wondered at herself and reproached herself for wishing to win a man of such common origin and surroundings. She could not doubt Victor Dorn's superiority.
Eight o'clock came without his appearing, after which, with keen disappointment, Lenore gave up expecting him that night. She was in her father's study, helping him with the harvest notes and figures, when Jake knocked and entered. "Dorn's here," he announced. "Good. Fetch him in," replied Anderson. "Father, I I'd rather go," whispered Lenore.
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