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The Convalescent Hospital was the best place, bar none, in Russia, to eat in winter of 1918-19. The commanding officer was fortunate to have as a patient the mess sergeant of Company "D." That resourceful doughboy took the rations issued by the British and by systematic bartering with the natives he built up a famous mess. Below is a verbatim extract from Captain Greenleaf's report.
Can't you make him quit it?" The nephew joined them: "Uncle, if you'd like to borrow my horse I can go by train." That was a joke. "H-m-m! I see! No, Greenleaf's going by train. Would you like to ride with me?" "Well, eh ha! Why, uncle, I why, of course, if Fred really " They mounted and went. "Hilary?" "Yes, uncle?" "How is it now? Like my girl any better?" "Why yes! Oh, she's fine! And yet I "
On the first day of the following winter term he appeared at the district schoolhouse with a primer, a spelling book, a Greenleaf's Arithmetic, a copy book, a pen and an ink bottle. The schoolmaster was a young sophomore from Colby College named Marcus Cobb, a stranger in the place.
"It's an alibi for himself, an excuse for not being able to prove that I'm the man who pawned the jewelry in Baltimore! It's thinner than air!" But Greenleaf's defection was now complete. "Go on," he said to Braceway. The more he thought of the full extent to which the embezzler had gulled him for the past week, the more he raged. "Not for me! I don't want any more of the drivel!"
Then she climbed a stile, went through a grassy meadow, slid under another pair of bars, and came out into the road again having gained nearly half a mile. How delicious it all was! Rebecca clasped her Quackenbos's Grammar and Greenleaf's Arithmetic with a joyful sense of knowing her lessons.
For a long second it endured portentously still in the room and in the world without; then like a sharp thunder-clap out of a summer sky, a door slammed upstairs. There was a sound of someone running down the steps, and Missy glimpsed Mr. Hackett going out the front door, banging the screen after him. At the last noise, old Mrs. Greenleaf's shoulders stiffened as if under a lash.
Out on the basement ladder, at the ragged gap of Israel's "on'y fittin' way," was visible, to prove his word, another man's head, white-turbaned like his own, and two dark limy hands passing in a pail of mortar. Welcome distraction. True, Greenleaf's luckless question still stood unanswered, but just then an orderly summoned him to the busy generals and spoke aside to Doctor Sevier.
Yet, he is attracted to women. He falls desperately in love with Greenleaf's False Self and it is the revelation of the latter's dilapidated True Self that leads to the atavistically bloody scene in the boat. But Ripley is a different -and more ominous beast altogether. He rambles on about the metaphorical dark chamber of his secrets, the key to which he wishes to share with a "loved" one.
The Irby-value of things was all that ever seriously engaged the ever serious cousin. Just now his eyes had left the shore, where Flora's lingered, and he was speaking of Kincaid. "I see," he said, "what you think: that although no one of these things uncle Brodnax's nonsense, Greenleaf's claims, Hilary's own preaching against against, eh " "Making brides to-day and widows to-morrow?"
Greenleaf's late for dinner, and I need a little freshening up." He went to the living room window again and gazed, with thoughtful, slightly sad eyes, out toward the mountains. "These policemen!" he was thinking contemptuously. "They don't know how to make blockheads tell what they can tell. There are ways and ways."
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