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"Lieutenant Bleezer is fond of music too.... Lieutenant, this is the boy I was telling you about. We must get him to play for us. If he had the opportunities, I am sure he'd be a famous musician." Lieutenant Bleezer was a dark youth with a hooked nose and pince- nez. His tunic was unbuttoned and he held a cigar in his hand. He smiled in an evident attempt to put this enlisted man at his ease.
"I'll ask Lieutenant Bleezer if he knows anything about it," said Sheffield soothingly, throwing an arm around Andrews's shoulder and pushing him in the door ahead of him.
He held out three cigars in the direction of Andrews. "No, thank you." "Oh, don't you think the old aristocracy of France is just too wonderful? Lieutenant Bleezer goes almost every evening to call on the Marquise de Rompemouville. He says she is just too spirituelle for words.... He often meets the Commanding Officer there."
"I've got such a nice sitting-room with an open fire, just next to Lieutenant Bleezer.... An' there we'll talk...about everything. I'm just dying to talk to somebody about the things of the spirit." "Do you know anything about a scheme for sending enlisted men to French universities? Men who have not finished their courses." "Oh, wouldn't that be just fine.
"Trust me, my boy," said Sheffield. "I'll fix it up for you, I promise. Let's shake hands on it." He seized Andrews's hand and pressed it warmly in a moist palm. "If it's within human power, within human power," he added. "Well, I must go," said Lieutenant Bleezer, suddenly striding to the door. "I promised the Marquise I'd drop in. Good-bye.... Take a cigar, won't you?"
I am disliked by most of the non- coms and I don't see how I can get on without somebody's help...I simply can't go this life any longer." Andrews closed his lips firmly and looked at the ground, his face flushing. "Well, a man of your attainments certainly ought to go," said Lieutenant Bleezer, with a faint tremor of hesitation in his voice. "I'm going to Oxford myself."
"The Pierian? Were you at Harvard?" Andrews nodded. "So was I." "Isn't that a coincidence?" said Sheffield. "I'm so glad I just insisted on your coming in." "What year were you?" asked Lieutenant Bleezer, with a faint change of tone, drawing a finger along his scant black moustache. "Fifteen." "I haven't graduated yet," said the lieutenant with a laugh. "What I wanted to ask you, Mr.
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