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Though she was now a veteran in scenes of death and disaster, she realized that fate had erred in choosing her as a heroine. Coke and Watts drew near. "Dom Wot's-'is-name wasn't long in gettin' busy," chuckled Coke. "Gev' her a dose of the Andromeda's physic, eh? I'm sorry the blighters managed to 'ook it."
In places there was quite two feet of mud and water to wallow through. "Fritz is crumping down the bottom of the Avenue, sir," said a Tommy to me; "just caught several of our lads dirty blighters: right in the trench, sir." "Thanks," I replied. Thinking there might be an opportunity of getting some scenes of shell-bursts, I hurried on as fast as conditions would permit.
She flung herself into a chair and burst into a screech of laughter which even to her own ears sounded strange. It struck Ginger as hysterical. "I say, you know!" said Ginger, as the merriment showed no signs of abating. Ginger was concerned. Nasty shock for a girl, finding blighters under her bed. Sally sat up, gurgling, and wiped her eyes. "Oh, I am glad to see you," she gasped.
I heard that you were here from Bohun. I was going to write to you. But it's excellent that we should meet like this." "I was after young Bohun," he explained. "But it's pleasant to find there's another fellow in the town one knows. I've been a bit at sea these two days. To tell you the truth I never wanted to come." I heard a rumble in his throat that sounded like "silly blighters."
Till that day, see to it that you prepare yourselves for war. Men, I have finished." "What the Chief Scout means," said Scout-master Wagstaff, "is no rotting about and all that sort of rot. Jolly well keep yourselves fit, and then, when the time comes, we'll give these Russian and German blighters about the biggest hiding they've ever heard of. Follow the idea? Very well, then.
"The blighters interrupted our rubber," said the consul, "and the governor was exceedingly put out. I told them the Noa-Noa couldn't proceed without the stokers, and as it carries the French mail, they patched it up to arrest them when they return. We quite lost track of the game for a few minutes." But the cruel war would not down.
Nor was it I who stopped him then; it was a sudden hubbub somewhere behind us, somewhere below; the blowing of a police whistle, and the sound of many footsteps in the square. "That's for us!" I gasped. "The ladder! The ladder!" "Ladder be damned!" returned Raffles, roughly. "It isn't for us at all; it's my pal the V.C. who has come home and bottled the other blighters."
Of a sudden, however, the Captain burst into a roar of laughter. "It was worth it," he panted as he rolled in his saddle, "to see the poor blighters scatter. Lord! but it was lovely to hear that Major curse." For an hour and a half we had been crumped and whizz-banged and trench-mortared as never before, but it was not until the shelling slackened that one could really see the damage done.
These country binges are all the same. A piano, one fiddle, and a floor like sandpaper. Is Anatole going? Angela hinted not." "Miss Angela was correct, sir. Monsieur Anatole is in bed." "Temperamental blighters, these Frenchmen." "Yes, sir." There was a pause. "Well, Jeeves," I said, "it was certainly one of those afternoons, what?" "Yes, sir." "I cannot recall one more packed with incident.
Maybe they'll understand." "Never! These western girls are not brought up to understand such blighters as we are. We are a species known only to the effete East. No; they will not understand. God knows I'm willing to work. The trouble is, I haven't time." "Well, we'll have to work, steal or starve." "I can't steal and I won't starve. I'm afraid we'll have to move on farther west.
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