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And and I have not seen Stafford since morning," she added. "Cabinet council?" "Yes!" she answered viciously. "A cabinet council, and a privy council, and a board of trade, and a board of green cloth, and all the other boards! Horry, I am sick to death of it! What is the use of it all?" "Country go to the dogs!" he said oracularly, still admiring his boots.
Even when he was Horry's age he hadn't skated. He couldn't ride a motor-bicycle. When he looked at the beastly things and thought of their complicated machinery and their evil fascination for Barbara, he hated them. He hated Horry and Ralph standing up before Barbara, handsome, vibrating with youth and health and energy. "I won't have Barbara riding on that thing. It isn't safe.
And now the hands are leaving her." "Guess you know something about that," growled Horry. 'Rion grinned. "Maybe I do. I don't say 'no' and I don't say 'yes. However, we've all got to work like dogs to make up for being short-handed." "Nobody is kicking much but you," said the older man. "That's all right. I've got pluck enough not to stand being imposed upon.
The 'esprit de corps' might have prompted the immediate followers of the offender to have seized upon their weapons, and, though annihilated, as Horry tells us they would have been, yet several valuable lives might have been lost, which the country could ill have spared. The mutiny would have been put down, but at what a price!
I happened to say that I was afraid "our happy days were all gone." "Pshaw, Horry," he replied, "don't give way to such idle fears. Our happy days are not all gone. On the contrary, the victory is still sure. The enemy, it is true, have all the trumps in their hands, and if they had but the spirit to play a generous game, would certainly ruin us.
Presently, after we had reached our encampment, he came to my marquee, and like one greatly disordered, said, "Horry, my life is a burden to me; I would to God I was lying on yonder field at rest with my poor men!" "No! no! none of that, colonel," said I, "none of that; I trust we shall live to pay them yet for all this." And so it turned out.
I' faith, I like the hunchback king, and believe our friend Horry Walpole is right in defending him, despite Davie Hume. I vow I shall like you, Mr. Carvel." I replied that I certainly hoped so. "Egad, you come well enough recommended," he said, pulling on his breeches. "No, Eiffel, cursed if I go en petit maitre to-day. How does that strike you for a demi saison, Mr. Buckskin?
'T is the Duchess of Queensberry reduced a good half in size and with a new complexion." But Horry shook his ambrosial curls. "No, Madam, 'pon honour! A little girl with the vivacity of sixteen and brown eyes, brown hair in fact, a brown beauty." And then it flashed on me and I says: "Good God! Maria! But sure she can't be presented. 'Tis impossible!"
Instantly my heart sprang afresh for the pleasures of society, and quickening my pace, I soon overtook the gentleman, when lo! who should it be but the man first of all in my wishes, though the last in my expectations; who, I say, should it be but Marion! Our mutual surprise was great. "Good heavens!" we both exclaimed in the same moment, "Is that colonel Marion?" "Is that Horry?"
But from this imposing situation Marion soon and sensibly recalled him. "He wrote me," says Horry, "that the open field was our play that the enemy knew better how to defend forts and entrenched places than we did, and that if we attempted it, we should soon fall into their hands."
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