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I make no manner of doubt that you men, however, are altogether superior to an influence so unworthy?" Here I could only borrow the use of the brigadier's "Hum!" "Having ascertained that it would not do to submit the control of our affairs to utter strangers, or to those whose interests are not identified with our own, we set about seeing what could be done with a selection from among ourselves.
Here is Terence, just sixteen, who ought to be at school trying to get a little learning into his head, laying down the law to his supeyrior officers, just because he has had the luck to get onto the brigadier's staff. I think sometimes that the world is coming to an end." "At any rate, O'Grady," Terence laughed, "I am half a head taller than you are, and could walk you off your legs any day."
At that instant I saw the sloop's sail fill and then, as if by a miracle, she slowly turned back to the open sea. Above the general din the brigadier's voice rang out, bellowing his orders. By the time the sloop had cleared the breakers his language had become unprintable.
The features were pinched and wrinkled they might have belonged to a very old man; but the eyes that smiled down into the Brigadier's were shrewd, bright, monkey-like. They expressed a cheeriness almost grotesque. The two men whom he had followed into the room stood silent among the shadows. The gloom was such as could be felt. Suddenly, in short, painful tones the Brigadier began to speak.
Six feet higher, and the Brigadier's order to clear the house would have been entirely superfluous. The Brigade Major and the Staff Captain surveyed the unruffled surface of the lake a haunt of ancient peace in the rays of the setting sun. Upon the bosom thereof floated a single, majestic, one-eyed swan, performing intricate toilet exercises. It was Edgar.
But he did not lose his head, and at the same time maneuvered his ship out of the path of the torpedo. Came a hail from the lookout aft. "Submarine off the stern, sir!" At the same moment the battery in the Brigadier's turret aft burst into action. "Forward with you, Mr. Chadwick," cried Jack, "and see if you can't get better results there. The men seem to have lost their nerve."
Looked at from the brigadier's point of view, as a means of passing the time on Sunday, they reminded me of the Litany; pulling off each leaf was like listening to each short clause and eating the unimportant little bit at the end was like intoning the little response; then the larger piece that was left, when all the leaves were off, followed like the coda and finale of the Litany after the more monotonous part has been disposed of.
He, sword in hand, in the smoke and the dust at the head of Suvorov's soldiers, the bullet-pierced flag waving above him, the hideous corpses under his feet.... He ... he! Wasn't it wonderful! But yet I could not help fancying that there had been events more extraordinary in the brigadier's life. Cucumber brought white kvas in an iron jug; the brigadier drank greedily his hands shook.
All concerned gained great credit for the heavy blow that had been inflicted on the mutineers, and the affair was highly spoken of in the Brigadier's report to the Commander in Chief. Shortly afterwards Mallett's name appeared in general orders as promoted to a brevet Majority, pending a confirmation by the home authorities.
We cantered back in a troop, Barent Coppernol leading the Brigadier's white mare at a hand-gallop by our side.
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