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"The way of her death shall be as we choose," said the Sheikh-el-beled, his face growing blacker, his eyes enlarging in fury. Dicky yawned slightly, his eyes half closed. He drew in a long breath of excoriating caporal, held it for a moment, and then softly ejected it in a cloud which brought water to the eyes of the Sheikh-el-beled. Dicky was very angry, but he did not look it.
As I laid aside my furs and removed my hat and coat I felt a distinct sinking of the heart. I knew it was foolish, but the presence of this girl in whom Dicky displayed such interest took all the pleasure out of the day's outing. "This is what I call eating," said Dicky as he helped himself to a second portion of the steaming chicken pie which Mrs. Gorman had placed before us.
Fielding was affectionately called "the Governor" by his subordinates and friends. "We all have our likes and dislikes," rejoined Dicky casually, and blew smoke in the eyes of the Farshoot. "Aye, aw've seen places that bad! but Hasha has taaste of its own in Goovnur's mouth, ma life on't!" "Never can tell when a thing'll pall on the taste. Hasha's turn with the Governor now, eh?" rejoined Dicky.
How much of Miss Cobb's virtue is training and environment, Minnie, not to mention lack of temptation, and how much was born in her?" "She's a preacher's daughter," I remarked. I could understand about Mrs. Dicky, but I thought he was wrong about Miss Cobb. "Exactly," he said. "And the third kind of woman is the mistress-mother kind, and they're the salt of the earth, Minnie."
The girl was nineteen six years older than Dicky in the things of this world, that is to say and, for the time, twice as foolish as he. Excepting, always, falling off a horse there is nothing more fatally easy than marriage before the Registrar. The ceremony costs less than fifty shillings, and is remarkably like walking into a pawn-shop.
"Oh, you want Signora Faranelli, whose coach was run away with last night by some ragamuffins!" said the master of a small shop where we inquired. "The same," answered Adam. "She and her daughters are staying with Signor Bianconi at the big house, there." Adam led us to the house indicated. "I feel in a great funk," whispered Dicky; "don't you, D'Arcy? What shall we say?"
Dicky gladly turned his back on the long lane of frantic immolation and the sight of the wounded and dead being carried away. Coming over to the Khedive he salaamed, and kneeling on the ground touched the toe of Ismail's boot with his forehead. Ismail smiled, and his eyes dropped with satisfaction upon the prostrate Dicky.
"March the coach off, if you please, sergeant; but we are innocent, like the new-hatched babes which we are," cried Dicky Sharpe, who was one of those in custody. "The order is against people on horseback coming this way: we hadn't even horses to our egg-shell." The sergeant, amused by the way Dicky took up his joke, and seeing there was no use detaining us, consented not to molest us.
"And how much does the post carry?" said Dicky. "Six hundred and fifty rupees," said the Head slowly, expecting to see the young man sink with gratitude and joy. And it came then! The seven hundred rupee passage, and enough to have saved the wife, and the little son, and to have allowed of assured and open marriage, came then.
You said yourself, one day, that he was a pig; and so he is. He has piggy eyes, and he eats too much, and there's something about the back of his neck you must have noticed." "It's cruel of you, Dicky, to remember and cast up what I said when I knew no better. You know how hard I am learning: in the beginning you helped me to learn." "Did I?" mused Dicky.
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