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Beale was growing more and more silent and uneasy. "What's up?" Dickie asked at last. "Out with it, farver." "It ain't nothing," said Mr. Beale. "You ain't afraid those Talbots will know you again?" "Not much I ain't. They never see my face; and I 'adn't a beard that time like what I've got now." "Well, then?" said Dickie.
It ain't reasonable in you, but I must say I kind of admire you for it; every man ought to stick up for his own, even when he sees the other fellow's got the goods on him. Yet I expect way down deep in your heart, Mr. Farver, you'd rather live right here than any place else in the world, if you had your choice. Man alive! this is God's country, Mr. Farver, and a blind man couldn't help seein' it!
Regimental Sarjen' Majer! I shall be an Orficer more like, and walk acrost the crossin' wot you're asweepin', to me Club in bloomin' well Pickerdilly! Yus. This is the days o' ? Demockerycy, me lad. 'Good Lloyd George's golden days' as they sing and steady fellers like me is goin' to ave C'missh'ns an' don' you fergit it! Farver 'ung indeed!" "I'm awf'ly sorry, Corporal, really," apologized Dam.
"I say, farver, I'm sorry I acted so silly. You never see me blub afore and you won't again," he said; and Beale said awkwardly, "That's all right, mate." "You pretty flush?" the boy asked later on. "Not so dusty," said the man. "'Cause I wanter give that there little box to a chap I know wot lent me the money for the train to come to you at Gravesend."
Corporal Prag yet further improved the occasion, earning Dam's heartfelt blessing. "Don't you fergit it, Trooper Maffewson. I'm yore sooperier orficer. 'Ung indeed! You look after yer own farver an' don' pass remarks on yer betters. Why! You boozin' waster, I shall be Regimental Sargen' Majer when you're a bloomin' discharged private wiv an 'undred 'drunks' in red on yer Defaulter's Sheet.
Darkness had fallen before they reached the city on their return, and it was after five when Sheridan allowed Herr Favre to descend at the door of his hotel, where boys were shrieking extra editions of the evening paper. "Now, good night, Mr. Farver," said Sheridan, leaning from the car to shake hands with his guest. "Don't forget I'm goin' to come around and take you up to Go on away, boy!"
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