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So they returned to the gin-scented atmosphere, and a formal document was drawn out by which the proprietor of the Watchman bound himself to pay Mrs. Gutch was invited to tell her tale. And Mrs. Gutch settled herself to do so, and Spargo prepared to take it down, word for word.
Gutch would probably get rid of her weekly dole on the day it was paid, whether that day happened to be Monday or Saturday, but that, after all, was no concern of his, so he came back to first principles. "Even now you haven't said how much," he remarked. "Three pound a week," replied Mother Gutch. "And cheap, too!" Spargo thought hard for two minutes.
Major Sir George Gutch was next in command, and Tom Thrupp, as kind a fellow as ever ran a Mahratta through the body, was second Major. Wellesley is a Duke and a Marshal, I but a simple Major of Irregulars. Such is fortune and war! But my feelings carry me away from my narrative, which had better proceed with more order.
Roundhand, I know, for one, would have given one of her ears to go; but, as I have said before, nothing would induce Brough to ask her. Roundhand himself, and Gutch, nineteenth clerk, son of the brother of an East Indian director, were the only two of our gents invited, as we knew very well: for they had received their invitations many weeks before, and bragged about them not a little.
A perfectly strange person, a heavy old man with horn spectacles and a soft shirt, who had joined the group unbidden, cleared his throat and interrupted: "Is it not a strange paradox that in traveling, the most observant of all pursuits, one should have to encounter the eternal bourgeoisie!" From the Cockney Greek chorus about the unlighted fire: "Yes!" "Everywhere." "Uh " began Mr. Gutch.
Our friends here seem to have had quite a ro-mantic little journey." Then he winked again. "Say, what do you mean?" demanded Bill Wrenn, hot-eyed, fists clenched, but very quiet. "Oh, I'm not blaming you and Miss Nash quite the reverse!" tittered the Gutch person, wagging his head sagely. Then Bill Wrenn, with his fist at Mr.
But but where was I? I think your gipsying down from London was most exciting. Now do tell us all about it, Mr. Wrenn. First, I want you to meet Miss Saxonby and Mr. Gutch and dear Yilyena Dourschetsky and Mr. Howard Bancock Binch of course you know his poetry." And then she drew a breath and flopped back into the wing-chair's muffling depths. During all this Mr.
Gutch paused to take a little refreshment from her pocket-flask, with an apologetic remark as to the state of her heart. She resumed, presently, apparently refreshed. "Well, gentlemen, that notion, about Maitland's taking the child away from her seemed to get on her mind, and she used to talk to me at times about it, always saying the same thing that Maitland should never have him.
Gutch took the command of the regiment, and I saw him no more for some time. As I had distinguished myself not a little during the war, General Lake sent me up with despatches to Calcutta, where Lord Wellesley received me with the greatest distinction.
He knew his wife's peculiarities of living, and did not much care to trust his daughter to her keeping; but in vain he tried to find her an asylum among the respectable ladies of his regiment. Lady Gutch offered to receive her, but would have nothing to do with Mrs. Jowler; the surgeon's wife, Mrs.
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