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They wrote in large letters on tombstones, "Boch no bon," and other illiterate comments unflattering to the dead usurpers; all of which, our old man explained, mightily endeared the Atkinses to the returning inhabitants of Nesle. "Those brave Tommies are gone now," he sighed, "but they left their dead in our care. You see those flowers on their graves?
That night when they reached the corner of the cross street where the Atkinses lived, Maria went close to Ellen and put up her face. "Good-night," said she. Then she withdrew her lips suddenly, before Ellen could touch them. "I forgot," said she. "You mustn't kiss me. I forgot my cough. They say it's catching."
“Then that will be Bennet Islet or Tsalal Island, provided there are any taverns in those savage islands, and any Atkinses to keep them.” “Tell me, boatswain I always get back to Hunt does he seem so much pleased to have passed the Polar Circle as the Halbrane’s old sailors are?” “Who knows? There’s nothing to be got out of him one way or another.
She longed to see Robert Lloyd, to hear him speak, as she had never longed for anything in the world, and yet she ran away as if she were driven to obey some law which was coeval with the first woman and beyond all volition of her individual self. When she reached the head of the little cross street on which the Atkinses lived, she turned into it with relief.
"I declare you make me mad," said Abby, but she looked at her adoringly. "Here's Ed Flynn," she added. "He'll look out for you. Good-bye, I'll see you at noon." Abby went away to her machine. She was stitching vamps by the piece, and earning a considerable amount. The Atkinses were not so distressed as they had been, and Abby was paying off a mortgage.
I am only a part of greatness which cannot fail of reaching its end." She thought this all vaguely. She had no language for it, for she was very young; it was formless as music, but as true to her. When she reached the cross-street where the Atkinses lived Abby and Maria came running out. "My land, Ellen Brewster," said Abby, half angrily, "if you don't look real happy!
"I 'ain't nothin' against the Atkinses, but they can't have been as well brought up as some, they have had so little to do with, and their mother's been ailin' so long." "Ellen may as well begin as she can hold out, and be intimate with them that will be intimate with her," Eva said, rather bitterly. Eva was married by this time, and living with Jim and his mother.
The former had a longing look in his eye as he stared at Bowles and remarked: "I wish I had a troop of real Tommy Atkinses out here, by Jove." The road to the château took its devious way through the little town out into the green foothill beyond.
For the first time the magazines were to be used. The Khedivial soldiers swarmed into their trenches. Anon, the Tommy Atkinses were ordered to lie down behind their hedge of cut mimosa to rest and wait. From a little distance, no doubt, our camp looked silent, deserted, and as void of danger as any other part of the plain.
For they and I have dressed alike and borne the same surname Atkins. Of course, there remain a few generalisations which can safely be risked about even so nondescript a person as the new Tommy Atkins. As practically all the Tommy Atkinses are, at this moment, concentrated on the prosecution of one great job, it is natural that their main interests should revolve round that job.
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