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Updated: June 4, 2025


But even in India, where the Good Time was of the very best, she forgot not the other ambition, went to church with unfailing regularity, read a portion of the Scriptures daily; headed subscription lists for the myriad hospitals, schools, widows'-homes, work-houses, Christian associations, churches, charitable societies, shelters, orphanages, rescue-homes and other deserving causes that appeal to the European in India; did her duty by Colonel Dearman, and showed him daily by a hundred little bright kindnesses that she had not married him for his great wealth but for his er his er not exactly his beauty or cleverness or youthful gaiety or learning or ability no, for his Goodness, of course, and because she loved him loved him for the said Goodness, no doubt.

"Let's see how we feel to-morrow," replied Augustus, who had other schemes in view. "Sufficient unto the day is the joy thereof," and he escorted Mrs. Dearman to the Gymkhana, found her some nice, ladies' pictorials, said, "I'll be back in a minute or two," and went in search of Mrs. "Harris". "Well," said that lady, "been a good little boy and eaten your bread and butter nicely?

He did, and he got it. "'Shun!" bawled Colonel Dearman, and those who were "at ease" 'shunned, and those who were already 'shunning took their ease. "'Shun!" again roared the Colonel, and those who were now in that military position relinquished it while those who were not, assumed it in their own good time.

Determined to retrieve the day yet, Colonel Dearman saluted, cleared his throat terrifically and shouted: "Tallish, 'shun!" with such force that a nervous man in the front rank of "A" Company dropped his rifle and several "presented" arms. Only one came to the "slope," two to the "trail" and four to the "shoulder".

The silence growing tenser, Colonel Dearman said encouragingly but firmly: "Do something, Captain Rozario". Captain Rozario did something. He drew his whistle. He blew it. He replaced it in his pocket. Seven obliging volunteers darted forward to retrieve it. "May we expect the evolutions this evening, Colonel?" inquired General Murger politely.

Captain Ross-Ellison was doing his utmost to provide the opportunity with disheartening results. However Colonel Dearman tried very hard to be proud of his Corps and never forgave anyone who spoke slightingly of it.

Dearman to death with crowbars, picks, and shovels, murdered all the European and Eurasian employees, looted all that was worth stealing, and, after having set fire to the mills, invaded the Cantonment quarter, burning, murdering, destroying, Colonel Ross-Ellison called out his corps, declared martial law, and took charge of the situation, the civil authorities being dead or cut off in the "districts".

"I am half Pathan my father was a Pathan and my mother an Australian squatter's daughter." "Go," shrieked Mrs. Dearman, springing to her feet. "Go. You wretch! You mean, base liar! To cheat me so! To pretend you were a gentleman. Leave my house! Go! You horrible mongrel you . To take me in your arms! To make love to me! To kiss me! Ugh! I could die for shame! I could die "

But these were but post-prandial vapourings, and Colonel Dearman never talked nor thought any such folly when the Corps was present to the eye of flesh.

If it cost Colonel Dearman every penny he had in the world he would have his revenge on the insolent scoundrel. He might think he could insult Colonel Dearman's wife with impunity, he might think himself entitled to cast ridicule on Colonel Dearman's Corps but "let the Major carry on as it is getting late!" By God that was too much!

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