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But if you must go then I should go too. My obligation is greater than yours." "Later," Kennon said. "You're not ready to return. It will be time enough after you have learned some civilized habits." Copper's face lengthened. "You mean like wrapping myself in cloth like these people do?" "That's part of it."
He thrust the English weekly, doubled at the leading article, on Copper's knee. "See what dirty dogs your masters are. They do not even back you in your dirty work. We cleared the country down to Ladysmith to Estcourt. We cleared the country down to Colesberg." "Yes, we 'ad to clean up be'ind you. Messy, I call it." "You've had to stop farm-burning because your people daren't do it.
"On the top o' yonder craggy mounting. He sat down on the smoke-blackened stones by the fire. "'Ow did you get 'im?" said McBride, professional humorist, quietly filching the English weekly from under Copper's armpit. "On the chin while 'e was waggin' it at me." "What is 'e?
It is a very easy thing to toss a copper to a beggar on the street; it is generally an easier thing than not to do it. Yet Love is just as often in the withholding. We purchase relief from the sympathetic feelings roused by the spectacle of misery, at the copper's cost. It is too cheap too cheap for us, and often too dear for the beggar.
"Shall you tell the police?" "Never!" cried Monkey, genuinely indignant. "Are I a copper's nark?" Whether because of childhood memories, or for some other reason, the copper was still for Monkey Brand the enemy of the human race; and the little jockey had his own code of honour, to which he scrupulously adhered. "What shall you do?" asked Jim. The jockey jerked his head mysteriously.
You'll be surprised at what we've uncovered." He made his muscles relax, and forced himself to speak naturally. Copper, he noted, was still rigid with terror. The Alexanders any of them were everything he had said they were. They were the masters here. And despite Copper's boast, she was as susceptible to their influence as any other Lani.
He had troubles enough without worrying about Copper's motivations, and not the least of these was taking the God-Egg into space. Kennon looked forward to blast-off with distinct misgivings. There was too much about the ancient spacer that was strange and too much that was terrifying.
The inspector at once noticed my presence, and, calling to a corner-boy lounging at the public-house door, he spoke to him, pointing me out, and this "copper's nark" followed doggedly in my steps. Yoski lived in a turning off the Mile-End Road, but anxious to give no inkling as to my destination, I turned in the opposite direction, and after a lengthy detour stopped at my own door.
Yet through it all, even through the redes that described the Conquest, there was a curious remoteness, a lack of emotion that made the verses more terrible as they flowed in passionless rhythm from Copper's lips. "That's enough!" Kennon said. "I told you you wouldn't like it." "It's horrible. How can you remember such things?" "We begin to learn them as soon as we can talk.
Five years' army service had somewhat blunted Private Copper's pastoral instincts, but it occurred to him as a memory of the Chalk that sheep, or in this case buck, do not move towards one across turf, or in this case, the Colesberg kopjes unless a stranger, or in this case an enemy, is in the neighbourhood.
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