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On with the war, then. One morning I was wakened by much talking and movement all over the boat, and by Doe's leaping out of his top bunk, kicking me in passing, and disappearing through the cabin door. Back he came in a minute, crying: "You must come out and see this lovely, white dream-city. We're outside Malta." I rushed out to find Valetta, the grand harbour of Malta, on three sides of us.
About noon a red deer crossed his path; but he paid no heed, keeping his hounds only to the white doe's trail. At sunset a fallow deer came to disturb the scent, and through the twilight, as it deepened, a grey wolf ran in and out of the underwood. When night came down, his hounds fled from his call, following through tangled thickets a huge black boar with crescent tusks.
'The white doe's milk is not out of his mouth. Clarence had come home free from all blots. His summer holiday had been prevented by the illness of one of the other clerks, whose place, Mr. Castleford wrote, he had so well supplied that ere long he would be sure to earn his promotion.
My friend put the chair very close to his hero and, having sat in it, began to remove his pads. I think Radley was pleased with this action and liked having the worshipping youth beside him. The fall of Doe's wicket had brought my innings nearer and started a fresh attack of stage-fright. In my agitation movement seemed imperative.
"And your apprentice, will he stand to it, thinkest thou?" "He is hot as fire, Sir Patrick," answered the glover; "but he is also unstable as water. Nevertheless, if he is spared, he seems likely to be one day a brave man." "But, as now, he has some of the white doe's milk still lurking about his liver, ha, Simon?"
"I was going to tell you," I persisted; and, though I knew he measured my temperament as far inferior to Edgar Doe's artistic soul, and would rather have continued his own revelations, yet must I interrupt by telling him of my one moment of aspiration and yearning. Perhaps, I, too, wanted to pour out my mind's little adventures.
The orderly on duty greeted Monty with a soft whisper: "He's quite conscious, sir, but won't last long." Following the glance of the orderly, I saw Doe's wide eyes fixed upon me. "Hallo, Rupert." I hurried to his bedside, feeling, even in that moment, a triumphant joy that his affectionate welcome had been for me and not for Monty. "Hallo, Doe." He looked very beautiful, lying there.
It struck the Duchess that she always did as she was told and she spoke to her hoping that her voice was not ungentle. "Don't look at me as if you were afraid. We are going to take care of you," she said. But the doe's eyes were still great with hopeless fearfulness. "Lord Coombe said that no one would believe me," Robin faltered. "He thought I was not married to Donal. But I was I was.
"Message from C.O. to retire at once, sir." "This way, Doe!" I roared at him, laughing, for I thought he was well and unhurt. But no. He pitched, rolled over, and lay still. I gasped. What was I to do? Ordered to retire, I wanted to jump out and fetch him in. In those few seconds of indecision, I saw a figure crash forward, pick up Doe's body, and run back. "The padre!
But now, as I strive here to sing of the doe's liver, no words are born unto me: I can but sing, "O liver! O red liver!" Uk: That is a good song: thou seest that the liver is red. It is red as blood. Oan: But I love not the liver, save to eat of it. Uk: Yet the song of it is good. When the moon is full we shall sing it about the Stone. We shall beat upon our breasts and sing, "O liver!
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