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It happened to be a blazing hot day, but heat seldom affected Colonel Egerton. "By Jove," he said to John, "I'm told it's a certainty this year, and I've come early, too early for me, to see a glorious victory. There's civil war raging on the top of the Trent coach, I give you my word." "We've won the toss," said John. "Ah, there's Charles Desmond, an early bird too."
When the bastions of the fort hove into sight Desmond could not help contrasting his feelings with those of two months before. "Like the look of your cage, Mr. Burke?" asked Captain Latham at his elbow. "I was just thinking of it, sir," said Desmond. "It makes a very great difference when you're outside the bars." "And we'll break those bars before we're much older, or I'm a Dutchman."
They came after something that I had!" "And what was that" asked Desmond. Then Barbara told him of her talk with Nur-el-Din in the dancer's dressing-room on the previous evening and of the package which Nur-el-Din had entrusted to her care. "This terrible business put it completely out of my head," said Barbara.
She went swiftly to her mistress and whispered something in her ear. The dancer sprang to her feet. "A little moment... you will excuse me..." she cried to Desmond and ran from the room. The maid followed her, leaving Desmond alone. Presently, the sound of Nur-el-Din's voice raised high in anger struck on his ears. He stole softly to the door and opened it. Before him lay the staircase deserted.
Aunt Laura explained in less time than it takes me to write this, that her husband, Colonel Desmond, had had left to him a large fortune, and that they had come as soon as possible to England, having, in fact, only arrived in London the previous day.
Desmond received a long envelope from the War Office. He showed it to all his friends, old and young. Duff junior Caesar's fag became so excited that he asked Warde for permission to enlist as a drummer-boy. The School cheered Caesar at four Bill. And then came the parting. Caesar was to join the Headquarters' Staff as soon as possible.
"She's carried something away," exclaimed Tom; "and the ship can easily overhaul her." "No, she hasn't," exclaimed Desmond; "see, she's only been shifting her canvas;" and presently, in spite of the fresh breeze, an enormous sail was spread in lieu of the smaller one.
Death is the only deliverer." Desmond was impatient of the man's lack of spirit. But he suffered no sign of his feeling to escape him. He had grown to have a liking for the Babu. "Well, I shall not give up the idea," he said. "Perhaps I shall speak of it to you again." Two nights later, in the dark and silent hours, Desmond reopened the matter.
The fellow on the left held my partner's missing suits; he made the Little Slam, and scored nearly six hundred below the line. It gave 'em the rubber, too, and I had to fork out a couple of quid." "What are you jawing about, Demon?" said Desmond. "Bridge. It's the new game. It's going to be the rage. Do you play bridge, Caesar?" "No. I want to learn it." "All right, I must teach you."
The tale of the great Desmond rebellion which ended only with the ruin of that house, and with the slaughter or starvation of thousands of its unhappy adherents, is one of those abortive tragedies of which the whole history of Ireland is full.
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