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"D'you remember that time when the watch was stolen out of Miss Fenleigh's cupboard?" "Yes; and that Fosberton said it might 'a been me as took it, and Master Valentine told me afterwards that you said that though I'd stolen some pears once, you knew I was honest. Ay, but I thought of that the morning I seen you come into the barrack-room. And then he told them as it was you 'ad done it.
There's nothing to prevent any man who has the gift working his way up to the experimental command of the battalion on 'heef. Purvis, my colour-sergeant, commanded the battalion for three months at the back of Coolgardie, an' very well he did it. Bayley 'verted to company officer for the time being an' took Harrison's company, and Harrison came over to me as my colour-sergeant. D'you see?
"D'you mean to say you have to work all that time and spend a small fortune just to earn three pounds a week at the end of it? I don't see that I should be any better off than I am now." He was silent for a moment. "D'you mean to say you won't marry me?" he asked hoarsely. "Does my great love mean nothing to you at all?" "One has to think of oneself in those things, don't one?
'How many men d'you suppose would get there? he asked. 'Some would, said the youngster eagerly, 'and anything would be better than sticking here and getting pounded to pieces. 'We'll see, said the major moving off. 'They may ask us to try it presently. And if not we'll pull through, I dare say. See that the men keep down, and keep down yourself, Grant. Watch out for a rush through.
Arthur seated upon a table, like Macheath in the play, in easy discourse with Mrs. Bolton and her daughter. "What! Mr. Bows? How d'you do, Bows?" cried out Pen, in a cheery, loud voice. "I was coming to see you, and was asking your address of these ladies." "You were coming to see me, were you, sir?" Bows said, and came in with a sad face, and shook hands with Arthur.
The "strong man" is the father of Jens, the second youngest apprentice. "Good-day," he says boldly, and stands right in the giant's shadow. But the stonecutter pushes him to one side without looking to see who it is, and continues to hew at the granite: whew! whew! "It is quite a long time now since he has properly used his strength," says an old townsman. "Is he quieting down, d'you think?"
Then there was a knock at the door and Griffiths, healthy, strong, and cheerful, came in. "Here's Doctor Deacon," he said. The physician stepped forward, an elderly man with a bland manner, whom Philip knew only by sight. A few questions, a brief examination, and the diagnosis. "What d'you make it?" he asked Griffiths, smiling. "Influenza." "Quite right."
"I passed over the grossness of his language, as he seemed half out of his mind with fear. When I went upstairs with him he pointed to several footprints upon the light carpet. "'D'you mean to say those are mine? he cried. "They were certainly very much larger than any which he could have made, and were evidently quite fresh.
"Reminds me," said Harcourt, laying down a novel and rising from the corner of the settee where he had curled himself, "I must write to my young sister for her birthday. Lend me a bit of your notepaper, Billy." His friend complied with the request without raising his eyes. "How d'you spell 'afford'?" he enquired. "Two f's," replied Harcourt. "'Least I think so. Can I have a dip at your ink?"
"D'you remember, Vee by the market-square that night when the wagons went out?" Then it came upon me, with no horror, but a certain mild wonder, that we had waited, Vee and I, that night for the body of Boy Bayley; and that Vee himself had died of typhoid in the spring of 1902.
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