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An' that, mark you, is the way av a man. "Wan evenin' I said: 'Mrs. Bragin, manin' no disrespect to you, who is that Corp'ril man' I had seen the stripes though I cud niver get sight av his face 'who is that Corp'ril man that comes in always whin I'm goin' away? "'Mother av God! sez she, turnin' as white as my belt; 'have you seen him too? "'Seen him! sez I; 'av coorse I have.
'Faith, 'twas me belted Corp'ril Slane into askin' the girl!" "Not really?" "Man, I did! She's no beauty to look at, but she's Ould Pummeloe's daughter, an' 'tis my juty to provide for her.
I'd niver seen a woman faint before, an' I stud like a shtuck calf, askin' her whether she was dead, an' prayin' her for the love av me, an' the love av her husband, an' the love av the Virgin, to opin her blessed eyes again, an' callin' mesilf all the names undher the canopy av Hivin for plaguin' her wid my miserable a-moors whin I ought to ha' stud betune her an' this Corp'ril man that had lost the number av his mess.
There's the 'unger for revenge, wot drives yer to bash in a bloke's face, and loses you yer stripes if 'e 'appens to be your Corp'ril.
"Bragin tould us that Flahy was a Corp'ril who lost his wife av cholera in those quarters three years gone, an' wint mad, an' walked afther they buried him, huntin' for her. "'Well, sez I to Bragin, 'he's been hookin' out av Purgathory to kape company wid Mrs. Bragin ivry evenin' for the last fortnight. You may tell Mrs.
I'll walk wid her no more." So I helped him back. 'And was his collar-bone broken? I asked, for I fancied that only Learoyd could neatly accomplish that terrible throw. 'He pitched on his left shoulder-point. Ut was. Next day the news was in both barricks, an' whin I met Dinah Shadd wid a cheek on me like all the reg'mintal tailor's samples there was no "Good mornin', corp'ril," or aught else.
I put my bodyweight behind the blow, but I hit nothing at all, an' near put my shoulther out. The Corp'ril man was not there, an' Annie Bragin, who had been watchin' from the veranda, throws up her heels, an' carries on like a cock whin his neck's wrung by the dhrummer-bhoy. I wint back to her, for a livin' woman, an' a woman like Annie Bragin, is more than a p'rade-groun' full av ghosts.
Did ye want me not to see him, for" we were standin' talkin' in the dhark, outside the veranda av Bragin's quarters "you'd betther tell me to shut me eyes. Onless I'm mistaken, he's come now." 'An', sure enough, the Corp'ril was walkin' to us, hangin' his head down as though he was ashamed av himsilf. "Good-night, Mrs.
'Bragin tould us that Flahy was a Corp'ril who lost his wife av cholera in those quarters three years gone, an' wint mad, an' walked afther they buried him, huntin' for her. "Well," sez I to Bragin, "he's been hookin' out av Purgathory to kape company wid Mrs. Bragin ivry evenin' for the last fortnight. You may tell Mrs.
Next day the news was in both barricks, an' whin I met Dinah Shadd wid a cheek on me like all the reg'mintal tailor's samples there was no 'Good mornin', corp'ril, or aught else. 'An' what have I done, Miss Shadd, sez I, very bould, plantin' mesilf forninst her, 'that ye should not pass the time of day? "'Ye've half-killed rough-rider Dempsey, sez she, her dear blue eyes fillin' up.
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