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If he missed the opportunity for that hasty whisper he would carry Manzini away, and so re-secure possession of his letter. While he was planning thus, Rachel and her niece were walking up and down the grass-plot, and the old lady was talking away at a great rate, describing the glories of the house of Lady De Blacquaire, and affecting to be absorbed in her theme.
Old Sir Ferdinand was the first of your crowd as ever climbed to the top of the tree, and I can remember him when he was no better off than I am. 'I do not think, said Major de Blacquaire, 'that I have ever encountered quite so pestiferous a stupidity. Will you go?
It's fifty years ago now, but the man squealed and I haven't forgotten it, and I'm never likely to forget it. But a man is born to die, sir, and he's born to do his duty. I dare say I'm a simple thinker, Major de Blacquaire, but there are things a hundred times worse than war, and if you didn't believe that God sent them, you would have to turn infidel.
The wind was blowing the rain against the windows of the grey-stone house on Beacon Hill, and Irene and his father were whispering secrets together in the parlour. Then De Blacquaire was chattering there and saying all manner of things which were not pertinent to the case in hand, and Irene was answering him.
Old Fuller, who was the first to perceive him, came forward with rough heartiness, and shook hands with a burly bow. "Good-evenin', Mr. De Blacquaire," said Fuller. "We're pleased to see you. If you'd care to tek a hand i'stead of settin' idle by to listen, we shall be glad to mek room. Eh, lads?" "No, no, thank you, Mr. Fuller," said Ferdinand, "I would rather be a listener."
'Not as good as your own, but it will carry you back to camp, anyhow. As he spoke, the epauletted cocked-hatted owner of the slaughtered charger was leaning downward, detaching something from a holster, and when he looked up he displayed the features of Major de Blacquaire.
'There isn't any way, said De Blacquaire, 'worse luck! I'm told that there's a doctrine of heredity, and we've got to believe that men are like their fathers. Personally, I'm not going to believe it And I shall be obliged to you if you will go and send back a lad who's about as much like you as you're like the Apostle Paul.
There was so long a silence that each thought that the other had fallen asleep; but when it had endured for perhaps the space of twenty minutes, De Blacquaire began to turn and murmur, and at last his words found an articulate form. 'I say, he began, 'you there! You! Sergeant! Are you awake? 'Wide, said Polson.
'And into a young man's, too, said De Blacquaire. 'I am half tipsy with it, and shall be glad to get into shelter. 'We'll see you at breakfast, Polson, said the General, 'and until then, good-bye. The two men reached the General's cabin and sat down together.
Major de Blacquaire dipped into the cigar box which had been pushed over towards him long before, and very thoughtfully fingered an evil-looking Trichinopoli. 'Why, sir, I believe if the whole truth were told we fell out mainly because I was a bit of a puppy.
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