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The stoker laughed pleasantly. "Wot do you say to three pun' seventeen?" he demanded. "Better than a poke in the eye with a burnt stick," said the engineer. "Wot did you say was the concern you invested in?" The stoker felt in the darkness for his superior's arm, grasped it, and putting his mouth close to where he thought his ear ought to be, said loudly: "A boy."
But there were limits to his capacity of suffering and sense of guilt, and when one of his superiors declared that he "would never make an officer," he touched a point of honour, and Gordon's vigorous and expressive reply was to tear the epaulettes from his shoulder and throw them at his superior's feet. In this incident the reader will not fail to see a touch and forecast of greatness.
The pound of feet slowed to a walk, a walk which would keep a careful distance behind the two Terrans. It had worked the Salariki or these Salariki were accepting them at their own valuation a good omen for the day's business. Dane's spirits rose, but he schooled his features into a mask as wooden as his superior's.
Recalling the Mother Superior's words of warning, she recorded her failure, as the first of its kind, and prayed that it might not be irretrievable, and that resentment and regret might ebb away and leave her again as she had been before the unforgettable voice had pierced her ears with the truth she had never guessed.
Colonel Lear was a short, red-faced, boorish fellow, and his Adjutant sat beside him at the desk, for the Colonel was not particularly well up in his job. The Adjutant was tall, slightly bald, and fat-faced, and he leaned back throughout the interview with an air of sneering boredom, only vouchsafing laconic replies to his superior's occasional questions.
Good night, Sergeant." "Good night, sir." The Army boy saluted, receiving his superior's acknowledgment. Then Hal stepped outside and made his way down the white roadway of ground shell and went to his own squad room in barracks. "One point, anyway, is highly satisfactory," mused Sergeant Hal, as he crawled in under the mosquito netting that hung over his cot.
"Weel, it's cauld onyway," Bogle would rejoin, anxious to endorse his superior's decision. Or in the same spirit "Wull I luft the soup now, sir?" "No!" "Varra weel: I'll jist let it bide the way it is." Lastly, Angus M'Lachlan proved himself a useful acquisition especially in rest-billets as an athlete.
Tom Cutter, accustomed to acting swiftly upon his superior's suggestions, listened wordlessly to the few whispered instructions, nodded, and did as he was told, effacing himself in the shadows at the corner of the building, prepared when the time came to spring out into the street whence he could command the front and one side of the Casa Blanca.
His expression became almost ludicrous, as if the thought that he could possibly be suspected himself was new to him. Millard's eyes sobered a bit at his superior's confusion. "There's a door from the dressing rooms," Kennedy suggested. "Any of the actors or actresses could have used the place." "Of course!" Manton grasped at the straw. "I had forgotten.
"Oh, Monsieur le Préfet, Florence is incapable of doing such a thing!" The girl was silent, but her drawn features betrayed the feelings of alarm that upset her. Don Luis went up to her and said: "The mystery is clearing, Florence, isn't it? And you are suffering in consequence. Who put the letter in Mother Superior's room? You know, don't you? And you know who is conducting all this plot?"
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