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Updated: June 20, 2025
Beauvayse.... Suppose he and Owen Saxham stood side by side down there on the green short grass beneath her windows, which of the two men would to-day be the dearer and the more desired?
"You ought not to talk to me in that way." "Don't I know it?" Beauvayse groaned out. He turned over upon his face in the grass, and lay quite still. A shuddering sigh heaved the strong young shoulders from time to time, and his hands clenched and tore at the grasses, "Don't I know it? Lynette, Lynette!" She longed to touch the close-cropped golden head.
You're not a damned scrap sorry at having broken your mother's heart, though you know in the bottom of your soul that she scented this marriage in the wind, and had an interview with the Chief, and went down on her knees to him her knees, by the Living Tinker! to give you the chance of breakin' off an undesirable connection!" Beauvayse is out of his chair now.
The swollen face with the wet eyes is averted, or Lessie might be roused to fresh resentment by the tenderness of pity that is dawning in Lynette's. "You have suffered cruelly, Lady Beauvayse; but I was not knowingly or wilfully to blame. Please try to believe it!" Lessie blows her small nose with a toot of incredulity, and says through an intervening wad of damp lace-edged cambric: "Go on!"
"Is that true about my mother?" he demands, blazing. "I'm not in the habit of lyin', Lord Beauvayse!" states Captain Bingo huffily. "Don't fly off like a lunatic, Bingo, old man. How did you find that out?" "Your cousin Townham told me." "Damn my cousin Townham for a dried-up, wiggy, pratin' little scandalmonger!" Captain Bingo retorts irately: "Damn him if you please; he's no friend of mine.
The musing Major cleared his throat, and his large, rather stupid, blonde face was perfectly stolid as he smoked and stared at his host, reminding himself that Beauvayse had been jealous of Saxham, Attached Medical Staff, Gueldersdorp, and had feared that, if the fellow knew of the scratch against him, he might force the running; and recalling, with a tingling of the shamed blood in his expansive countenance, how he Wrynche had let Beauvayse into the sordid secret that Alderman Brooker had blabbed.
You're more up in these things than me, and I fancy there was a change in the order for the evenin'." "Rather!" assented Beauvayse, continuing, to the rapture of winking Bingo.
There will be a shout, an angry oath from Beauvayse, staggering back under the unexpected, savage chastisement, red bars marring the insolent, high-bred beauty of the face that has bewitched her. Saxham will continue: "You approached this innocent, inexperienced girl as a lover. You represented yourself to her and to her mother-guardian as a single man.
An N.C.O. is posted a little below the officer, whose narrow shoulders and dark hair, showing above the edge of the turned-up collar and below the brim of the Field-Service cap, prove him to be not Beauvayse. And the usual blizzard of rifle-fire, varied by brisk bursts of cannonading, goes on, and the Red Scythe of the Destroyer sweeps over these two figures and about them in the customary way.
Plugged in the upper works, the Corporal, poor beggar! but he'd managed to stick on somehow until they got to the Hospital. Have you ever had to deal with a woman in hysterics?" Beauvayse nods sagely. "Once or twice." "Once is an experience that lasts a man all his lifetime. Phew!" Captain Bingo mops his large pink face. "Never had such a dressing-down in my life."
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