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It was commanded by Lieutenant Hesketh, a young officer, who was severely wounded at the storming of the Malakand Pass in 1895, and who, having again volunteered for active service, was attached to the 11th Bengal Lancers. At the foot of the pass he dismounted his troop and, taking a few men with him, began the climb.
Thus did he fall back upon his ever-besetting fear of loss of personality in the life hereafter, and, like his Biblical namesake, he refused to be comforted. The agony which Job Hesketh was enduring did not make him listless. On the contrary, it seemed to give him new energy.
"And you deliberately chose to expose us to the danger of being eaten alive?" said Lady Hesketh, in an awful voice. "Ricky, I'm going to get into that boat at once; Dorothy Betty Castlemaine bring Alixe and Barbara Lisle. We are going to embark at once." "Ricky and his boat-load of beauty," laughed Sir Thorald. "Really, Molly, I hesitated to tell you because I was afraid "
Victoria had said, shamefacedly, putting out a hand to stroke the girl's hair. Whereupon Felicia had thrown herself impulsively on her knees, with her arms round the speaker, and there had been a mingled moment of laughter and emotion which had left Victoria very much astonished at herself, and given Hesketh a free hand.
"I dare say it will," replied Hesketh; "I've got precious little, but what there is I'd take out fast enough, if I saw a decent chance of investing it. I sometimes think of trying my luck in the States. Two or three fellows in my year went over there and aren't making half a bad thing of it."
But you don't." "I do when it is necessary," said Madame de Morteyn, indignantly; "Molly Hesketh is there." The vicomte laughed and picked up the knight again. "You see," he said, waving it in the air, "that I also have become a very good American. I think no evil until it comes, and when it comes I say, 'Shocking!" "Georges!" "That's what I say, my dear " "Georges!" "There, dear, I won't tease.
Mr. Hesketh Pritchard writes: "Dr. Grenfell records two children and one man killed by the dogs. This is fortunately a much less terrible record than that shown farther north by the Moravian Missions. The savage dogs did great harm at those stations one winter." Among other accidents, a boy of thirteen, strong and well, was coming home from his father's kayak to his mother.
"We make our own stoves and a few odd things." "You don't send any across the Atlantic yet?" queried Hesketh jocularly. "Not yet. No, sir!" Then did Mr Hesketh show himself in true sympathy with the novel and independent conditions of the commonwealth he found himself in.
In vain did foremen and works-managers remonstrate with him; he promised to reform, but never kept his word. The blood of many generations of wold farmers ran in his veins, and everyone of them had been a keen sportsman. The cry of the hounds rang in his dreams of a night, and when Mary Hesketh, lying by her husband's side, heard him muttering in his sleep: "Tally-ho! Hark to Rover!
He held back from that and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms and looking over into the market-place for subjects to postpone Hesketh's departure. They talked of various matters in sight, Hesketh showing the zest of his newly determined citizenship in every observation the extension of the electric tramway, the pulling down of the old Fire Hall.
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