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Cripplestraw, I like being in the yeomanry cavalry; but I wish I hadn't been in the ranks; I wish I had been only the surgeon, to stay in the rear while the bodies are brought back to him I mean, I should have thrown my heart at such a time as this more into the labour of restoring wounded men and joining their shattered limbs together u-u-ugh! more than I can into causing the wounds I am too humane, Cripplestraw, for the ranks!
Anne recognized Festus Derriman in the seller, and Cripplestraw was trotting the animal up and down. As soon as she caught the yeoman's eye he came forward, making some friendly remark to the miller, and then turning to Miss Garland, who kept her eyes steadily fixed on the distant landscape till he got so near that it was impossible to do so longer.
While the trumpet-major looked, a young woman, niece of Anthony Cripplestraw, and one of Uncle Benjy's servants, was called in by one of the crew, and much against her will a fiddle was placed in her hands, from which they made her produce discordant screeches. The absence of Uncle Benjy had, in fact, been contrived by young Derriman that he might make use of the hall on his own account.
Cripplestraw, is there a drop of brandy to be got at in the house? I don't feel very well. 'Dear nephew, said the old gentleman from above, whom neither of the others had as yet noticed, 'I haven't any spirits opened so unfortunate! But there's a beautiful barrel of crab-apple cider in draught; and there's some cold tea from last night. 'What, is he listening? said Festus, staring up.
'And we've been out waiting to meet thee! said the miller, as he entered the room, followed by representatives of the houses of Cripplestraw, Comfort, Mitchell, Beach, and Snooks, together with some small beginnings of Fencible Tremlett's posterity. In the rear came David, and quite in the vanishing-point of the composition, Anne the fair.
'No, Cripplestraw, not my pistols, but my new-cut clothes, my heavy gold seals, my silver-topped cane, and my buckles that cost more money than he ever saw! Yes, I must tell somebody, and I'll tell you, because there's no other fool near. He loves her heart and soul. He's poor; she's tip- top genteel, and not rich. I am rich, by comparison.
'Oh, it don't hurt him, bless ye. Do it, corp'el? said Cripplestraw. 'Not a bit, said the corporal, still working his arm with great energy.
The young woman was Anne Garland, the sweet heroine of the story; and Anne didn't want to see the silver plate, the thought of which made her almost faint. Nor could she be tempted by being told that one couldn't see such a 'wownd' every day. Then Cripplestraw, earnest to please her, suggested that Tullidge rattle his arm, which Tullidge did, to Anne's great distress.
'Well, Cripplestraw, how is it to-day? said Festus, with socially-superior heartiness. 'Middlin', considering, Maister Derriman. And how's yerself? 'Fairish. Well, now, see and clean these military boots of mine. I'll cock my foot up on this bench. This pigsty of my uncle's is not fit for a soldier to come into. 'Yes, Maister Derriman, I will. No, 'tis not fit, Maister Derriman.
'Take my letter to the post-office, and you may come, she added. He said yes and went out, Cripplestraw retreating to the door till she should be ready. 'What letter is it? said her mother. 'Only one to John, said Anne. 'I have asked him to forgive my suspicions. I could do no less. 'Do you want to marry him? asked Mrs. Loveday bluntly. 'Mother!
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