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Being a soldier's wife, however, she knew the deference due to the commanding officer, even though she did not choose to show it, and when bidden to say her say and tell what things "was goin' on" Mistress McGann asseverated, with the asperity of a woman who has had to put her husband to bed two nights running, that the time had never been before that he was so drunk he didn't know his way home, and so got into the back of the bachelor quarters instead of his own.
He moved into the quarters of Major Webb, possessing himself, until his own should arrive, of such of the major's belongings as the vigilance of Mistress McGann would suffer.
Pierre was with her when she died. "An' who's to bury her, the poor colleen?" said Shon McGann afterwards. Pierre musingly replied: "She is a Protestant. There is but one man."
Duke, you have lost your decorum; you are a gipsy." "I fear Shon McGann and Pierre wouldn't enjoy being with us as I should enjoy having them. You can never understand what a life that is out in Pierre's country. If it weren't for you and the bairn, I should be off there now. There is something of primeval man in me.
One by one the troopers rode through the faint belt of light that stretched from the door, and were lost in the darkness, the thud of their horses' hoofs echoing behind them. But a change had come over Corporal Shon McGann. He looked at Father Corraine with concern and perplexity. He alone of those who were there had caught the unreal note in the proceedings.
You know, then, that I am that I am married to him?" "Quite. I know all that; but it is no marriage." He rose to his feet slowly, dropping the cigarette from his lips as he did so. "Yes," he continued, "and I know that you prefer Shon McGann to Pretty Pierre." She spread out her hands appealingly. "But you are my wife, not his. Listen: do you know what I shall do? I will tell you in two hours.
"God bless him! To the day when we see him again!" And all of them saw that day. "Is it that we stand at the top of the hill and the end of the travel has come, Pierre? Why don't you spake?" "We stand at the top of the hill, and it is the end." "And Lonely Valley is at our feet and Whiteface Mountain beyond?" "One at our feet, and the other beyond, Shon McGann."
He tapped the wound lightly, and said with irony: "This is my note of hand for my debt, Shon McGann. Eh, bien!" Then he tossed his fingers indolently towards Shon, and turning his eyes slowly to Mary Callen, raised his hat in good-bye. She put out her hand impulsively to him, but Pierre, shaking his head, looked away. Shon put his hand gently on her arm.
Then Mistress McGann, sound sleeper that she used to be, declared to the temporary post commander, as he was, and temporary lodger as she considered him, that things "was goin' on about the post she'd never heard the likes of before, and that the meejor would never put up with a minute." When Mrs. McGann said "the meejor" she meant not Flint, but his predecessor.
Pierre was with her when she died. "An' who's to bury her, the poor colleen"? said Shon McGann afterwards. Pierre musingly replied: "She is a Protestant. There is but one man."
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