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The lieutenant had returned only to go away again three days later, when the wail of the Dead March, and the tramp of the squadrons, told the wondering Station, who saw no gap in the mess-table, that an officer of the regiment had resigned his new-found commission. And Dirkovitch, bland, supple, and always genial, went away too by a night train.
'He is a how you have it? escape run-a-way, from over there. He nodded towards the darkness of the night. 'Speak to him if he'll answer you, and speak to him gently, said little Mildred, settling the man in a chair. It seemed most improper to all present that Dirkovitch should sip brandy as he talked in purring, spitting Russian to the creature who answered so feebly and with such evident dread.
Dirkovitch was a Russian a Russian of the Russians who appeared to get his bread by serving the Czar as an officer in a Cossack regiment, and corresponding for a Russian newspaper with a name that was never twice alike. He was a handsome young Oriental, fond of wandering through unexplored portions of the earth, and he arrived in India from nowhere in particular.
They gave a dinner to celebrate the event. The Lushkar team came, and Dirkovitch came, in the fullest full uniform of a Cossack officer, which is as full as a dressing-gown, and was introduced to the Lushkars, and opened his eyes as he regarded.
Dirkovitch, who had devoted himself steadily to the brandy the terrible brandy aforementioned did not understand, nor did the expurgated translations offered to him at all convey the point.
Your ponies were cramped from the railway. Hear! Hear, indeed! Bravo! Thus far for sport. He dropped one hand on his sword-hilt and his eye wandered to Dirkovitch lolling back in his chair.
And Dirkovitch bland, supple, and always genial went away too by a night train. Little Mildred and another saw him off, for he was the guest of the mess, and even had he smitten the colonel with the open hand the law of the mess allowed no relaxation of hospitality. "Good-by, Dirkovitch, and a pleasant journey," said Little Mildred. "Au revoir my true friends," said the Russian. "Indeed!
But we thought you were going home?" "Yes; but I will come again. My friends, is that road shut?" He pointed to where the north star burned over the Khyber Pass. "By Jove! I forgot. Of course. Happy to meet you, old man, any time you like. Got everything you want, cheroots, ice, bedding? That's all right. Well, au revoir, Dirkovitch."
Your ponies were cramped from the railway. Hear! Hear, indeed! Bravo! Thus far for sport." He dropped one hand on his sword-hilt and his eye wandered to Dirkovitch lolling back in his chair.
Then they gave a dinner to celebrate the event. The Lushkar team came, and Dirkovitch came, in the fullest full uniform of Cossack officer, which is as full as a dressing-gown, and was introduced to the Lushkars, and opened his eyes as he regarded them.
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