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Updated: June 2, 2025
Greta threw her golden head back and laughed, displaying a double row of enviable pearls. "But I've got to wait for all these things until Billy Keyse strikes pay-reef. Poor Billy! Hand over those chocolates, you greedy things!" Somebody wanted to know how the package had been smuggled into the Convent. Those lay-Sisters were so sharp....
Her clasped hands shook, too, as she held them out, beseeching those about her to be pitiful, and tell her where "they" had taken him. Then, when she was told, and because she was too weak and dazed to walk, she ran all the way to the Hospital, and volunteered to nurse him. Saxham stitched up the split scalp of W. Keyse, and grimly congratulated him upon the thickness of the skull beneath it.
The hot dust scurried at the horses' retreating heels. Corporal Keyse, trudging staunchly in their wake with his five Town Guardsmen, became ghostlike, enveloped in an African replica of the ginger-coloured type of London fog. And the Mother-Superior looked at her well-worn watch. "My child, we must be moving if you are coming with me to the Women's Laager. I am nearly an hour late as it is."
How often had W. Keyse seen it outside the big gaudy pubs in the Tottenham Court Road, and the Britannia, Camden Town! Perhaps the recollection staring, newly awakened, in the pale, moonlit eyes of the little perspiring Town Guardsman stung her to equal memory, and provoked the act. Who can tell?
I bin wantin' to say thank " But a surge of the crowd flattened W. Keyse against the green-painted iron railings surrounding a municipal gum-tree, and the big man was lost to view. Perhaps it was as well that the acquaintance made under conditions remote from respectability should not be renewed. But W. Keyse would have preferred to thank the rescuer.
She waved her white hand, and was gone, swiftly as a bird or a deer. "They've signalled!" W. Keyse announced after a breathless interval, during which the slender flying figure grew smaller upon the straining sight. It vanished, and a thin, nearing screech announced the up-Express. His wife jumped up and clutched him. "William! Suppose she's lost it!" "Garn! No fear!" scoffed W. Keyse.
A Corporal's stripe, purchased from a trooper of the B.S.A., who, as the consequence of over-indulgence in liquor and language, had one to sell, had been sewn upon the sleeve. The original owner had charged an extra tikkie for doing it, and it burned the arm that bore it like a vaccination-pustule on the fifth day. "Being a sort of Service man meself," repeated W. Keyse.
W. Keyse, stemmed the torrent of her eloquence. "Dry up! You've said enough," ordered her spouse. "Do not stop her!" Lynette said, without removing her fascinated eyes from the Pythoness. "Let her tell me everything that she has seen and knows."
Towing Tow, the smarting victim of feminine duplicity came crashing down upon the guilty girl who had betrayed him. "See 'ere! You know this 'ere young lady, and you remember what you've bin and told me. Say it over again now," thundered W. Keyse, "so as she can 'ear you.
"I'll watch it!" affirmed W. Keyse. "And wot are you cranin' your neck for, tryin' to look out o' winder? Blessed if I ever see such a precious old Dutch! The song was in the mouths of the people that year. She laughed, and rubbed her pale cheek against his. "You be my eyes, deer. Peep and see if the Doctor is in 'is room."
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