You must do me
the justice, however, to admit that I did not maintain the role of
observer very long--that I wooed you so openly that every one was
aware of my suit. Is it not a trifle cruel to taunt me after I had
made such ample amends?"
"I was thinking of Mr. Merriweather--"
"Undoubtedly"
"Since he has seen me with my arm around your neck--you know I
couldn't help it--perhaps he might row the other way if--if--well,
if he saw you--what shall I say--sitting over here--by me--or--
Somehow I don't feel very hungry, and I wouldn't mind spending
another hour--"
Scofield nearly upset the boat in his precipitous effort to gain a
seat beside her--and Mr. Merriweather did row another way.
CHRISTMAS EVE IN WAR TIMES
It was the beginning of a battle. The skirmish line of the Union
advance was sweeping rapidly over a rough mountainous region in
the South, and in his place on the extreme left of this line was
Private Anson Marlow. Tall trees rising from underbrush, rocks,
bowlders, gulches worn by spring torrents, were the
characteristics of the field, which was in wild contrast with the
parade-grounds on which the combatants had first learned the
tactics of war.
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