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"Ah! an' Bell, Sergeant Bell... riddled they say... some one seen 'm artillery or some one!" It hung over them like a cloud. The men talked of nothing else. "Somebody's blundered," said one. "It's a pity any'ow." "It's a disgrace to the ambulance losin' men like that." And, also, it made the men nervous and unreliable. It was a shock. It may be that I have never grown up properly.
And it isn't because she is not coaxed to go, either, for nearly every night the neighbors' cats come and try to persuade her to go with them to somebody's house or barn." Just then the doctor came back with a nice warm hot-water bag, which he put close against Zip's stomach, and then he wrapped him up snugly in the shawl once again. "There, little fellow, you will be all right in the morning.
"No," she said, in a dull quiet, "I ain't sick; my silver tea-set's gone." "Gone! gone where?" "I don't know," said Ann, in the same despairing way, "unless somebody's stole it." "John, do you hear that?" cried Mrs. John C., in high excitement. "That silver tea-set's gone. It's the one Ann sets her life by, an' it's wuth I dunno what. Can't you do suthin'?"
Milford, up in the hammock, had been vaguely conscious for several minutes of unusual sounds somewhere in the neighborhood, but it was not until he reached the end of the chapter that he took any intelligent notice. Then he looked up thinking somebody's machine was making a terrible fuss somewhere near. But it wasn't that sound which made him sit up in the hammock.
Then, when the news of his defeat became noised abroad, in the midst of many consequent slaughters both along the roads and in the city, springing from somebody's favoring the one side or the other, he made his escape.
"That talk will have to be strained through a sieve," I said. "Don't mind him, Mr. Bennett, somebody's been feeding him meat. He goes to the movies too much. He's known as the human megaphone. All step up and listen to the Raving Raven rave only a dime, ten cents, ladies and gentlemen!" Even Mr. Bennett had to laugh.
There is only one thing, or perhaps two, to be said for Nancy Almar that she was very handsome and that she was not a hypocrite, no more than a pirate is a hypocrite who comes aboard with his cutlass in his teeth. Mrs. Almar's cutlass was always in her teeth, when it was not in somebody's vitals.
Long habit had accustomed her to think of herself only in connection with somebody's need of her, and beyond this she hardly appeared as an individual existence even in her own secret reflections. As far as it is possible to achieve absolute unselfishness in a world planned upon egoistic principles Miss Polly had achieved it; and the result was that she was almost perfectly happy.
"And they know gold's worth something, too," put in Yank. "This is a scout, not a house-moving expedition," said Bagsby decidedly, "and somebody's got to keep camp." "I'll stay, fer one," offered old man Pine, his eyes twinkling from beneath his fierce brows. "I've fit enough Injuns in my time." After some further wrangling we came to drawing lots.
You could tell that Miss Batchelor was interested, for she had turned round in her chair now and was looking him straight in the face. It seemed that he had worked his way out to Bombay and back again. He had been reporter to half-a-dozen provincial papers. He had been tutor to Somebody's son at some place not specified.
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