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...An officer came to her from the bullet-ward. "You are to stay until Mr. Boylan, the correspondent, comes," he said. "But will they know? They were good to let me come." "Colonel Hartz has signed the order. Word has been sent to the entrainment wards. You were attached there, I believe?" "Yes." "Let us know in case of any need here." "Yes. Thank you."
Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the fruitsmelling shop, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes, sniffing smells. H. E. L. Y.'S filed before him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane, plodding towards their goal. He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at its chain's length. Can you send them by tram?
It was just in the turning that he had caught the gleam of her colors not when he stared straight in. Peter assured himself of this before giving himself up. The dead man in the hospital steward's coat had been carried forth from the bomb-proof pit. Boylan was not ready to go back to Judenbach. It was almost noon.
"I'll tell you what we'll do," Big Belt said. "We'll write, Peter. We'll get out the machines to-day. We'll write a story just as if we could file it on a free cable. It will do us good. We'll tell the story " "We'd have to eat it....Boylan, if I should tell this story on paper, the Russians would burn it and me and the house in which it was written....No. I must work better than that. Come back.
Peter felt that the head under the helmet was shaven; that here was a man conscious of moving through the days of his life's stateliest fulfillment. Boylan was nearest; a little back from the rest Poltneck stood smiling, singing as he had never sung for the Little Father. It is a fact that the old ranker waited for the end of the stanza. "Who are you?"
She answered: Miss Kennedy, was Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs? She asked. Miss voice of Kennedy answered, a second teacup poised, her gaze upon a page: No. He was not. Miss gaze of Kennedy, heard, not seen, read on. Lenehan round the sandwichbell wound his round body round. Peep! Who's in the corner? No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind her stops.
The field is alive with wounded " came from Doltmir. "I can't send troops out there again " The voice was thick and hoarse with repression. "We'll get them at nightfall.... Gentlemen, we may now withdraw." Boylan was one of the last to leave. He saw the aged legs disappear up the earth-rise as the rear door opened. The legs jerked and twitched spasmodically, as if taking an invisible spanking.
Of course, I mean with Fallows and his kind " "An eagle's nest." "But the eaglets are starving." "Heretofore the job has been served. Come along with me and meet Duke Fallows again " "No. I must go back to the wire for the present. Boylan would be shocked, too. By the way, I've got a bid in for you with General Kohlvihr. Boylan is to help me put it through, of course.
Boylan reflected swiftly at this point that the smile might be neither deep nor portentous a single accomplishment, some stray refinement perhaps that had leaked back somehow to the people. "No, no. I am afraid. I belong back among the wounded. I am very good there. This is not my place " "Will you require men to assist you to the trenches? Already I have talked too long."
Boylan. "Those buttons were imported, and I doubt if I can replace them. They are rather odd." "Yes," agreed Tom, gazing as if fascinated at the one he still held. "They are rather odd." And then, as he passed it over, like a flash it came to him where he had seen a button like that before. He had found it in his airship, which had been so mysteriously taken away and returned.
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