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And she spoke to him e'er courteously and kindly, even as though he had been a holy man and worthy of all reverence. One day it chanced that my lady rode the blue-roan out into the woods, towards the hut of old Joan Gobble, who was crippled by reason of age. My lady had me follow her on Dumble, th' white nag, with a pat o' butter and some wine.
He remained silent until Mills and Dumble had disappeared. "Glad I happened to catch you, Inspector," he observed, sitting on the edge of the table and helping himself to another cigarette. "Any fresh arrivals?" "None, sir," the man reported, "of any consequence that I can see. There are two more young officers for the Depot, and the young lady for the Grange, and Mr. and Mrs.
My little brother Tony can hardly get on at all, his feet are hurting him so badly, and he is too heavy for Dan to carry all the way; and Dan is tired too, and and we wondered if if you would give us a lift, even if it is only for a little way. Will you?" Dumble, his face rather flushed, straightened himself. "Look at my nose, miss," he said meaningly.
"Your husband will have seen the car," he protested. "And besides, there is your dressing-bag and your travelling coat." "I shall tell him everything," she declared wildly. "Nothing matters except that you escape. Oh, hurry! I can hear Henry talking to Jimmy Dumble for God's sake " The words died away upon her lips. The door had been opened and closed again immediately.
They ought to be able to keep touch with us, however irregular our movements and M'Klown is a pretty smart fellow," I answered. "Rather amusing just now to recall that 'Truth' a short while ago was saying there were too many horses in the Field Artillery, isn't it?" went on Dumble.
As Kitty and Dan lingered now by the gate to look at her, they saw Dumble, the driver, lovingly passing a cloth over her, as though to wipe the perspiration from her iron forehead, while Tonkin, the fireman, stood leaning against her, with his arm caressingly outstretched.
We crossed the fine broad canal, watched by the French soldiers guarding the bridge. Dumble was silent for some seconds, and then muttered, "You know, I hate to be coming back like this with the French looking on." "Yes, I know," I replied, "but they are good soldiers, and they understand." "Yes when I think of poor old Harville, and the fight he put up " he broke off; and we trudged along.
But we had yet to witness the crowning sobering effect of a raging pestilence. The little schoolmarm, Alethea-Belle Buchanan, organised the women into a staff of nurses. Mrs. Dumble enrolled herself amongst the band. Did she take comfort in the thought that she was wiping out John Jacob Dumble's innumerable rogueries? Let us hope so.
"Do you know Harville always kept that speech of Beatty's in his pocket-book, that speech where he said England would have to be chastened and turn to a new way of life before we finished the war?" said Dumble later. "Yes, he was like that old Harville," I said quietly. Over another bridge; and I still walked with Dumble at the head of his battery.
"We don't like to leave you at the mercy of John Jacob Dumble," said Ajax. "You have right. I make not harmony wiz ze old man Dumble." We went home sorely puzzled. Obviously the Baron had private reasons, and strong ones, for keeping out of San Francisco and Del Monte.
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