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Gerald, who had imposed upon himself the painful duty of attending to their last committal to earth, could not help fancying that Middlemore must have breathed his last with an inaudible pun upon his lips an idea that inexpressibly affected him.
"Pretty well, pretty well thank you," returned the good humoured, but not too acute subaltern, as he passed his hand over his Falstaffian stomach; "only a little fatigued with the last six hours, retreating. Egad! I began to think I never should get away, the fellows pursued us so hotly." "And hotly you fled, it would appear," returned Middlemore.
"What in the name of Heaven is the meaning of all this?" asked one of the new comers, as both now rapidly advanced to the spot where Middlemore was yet employed in coolly binding up his leg, while Henry Grantham, who had just risen, was gasping with almost ludicrous efforts to regain his respiration.
"Bravo Cranstoun," said Villiers somewhat maliciously; "hard hit there De Courcy, eh!" "Not so HARD HIT either as he might have been had he ventured into yonder trenches," said Middlemore. "If Cranstoun means that I prefer entering the place with a whole head rather than a BARE skin, I honestly confess that such is my peculiar taste," answered De Courcy, significantly smiling.
"Middlemore, when will you renounce that vile habit of punning?" said De Courcy with an earnestness of adjuration that excited a general laugh at his end of the table "Come, Villiers, never mind his nonsense, for your premises, although a little long, are not without deep interest but what has all this to do with our good friend above?" "You shall hear.
Soon after, the latter officer disappeared from the table, and in a few moments his example was followed by Middlemore. The dinner party at Colonel D'Egville's was composed in a manner to inspire an English exclusive with irrepressible honor.
"Ah! and COURSE work you made of it, with a vengeance," said Middlemore, "first started him up like a fox from his cover, got the mark of his teeth, and then suffered him to escape." "Is there no chance of following no means of overtaking them?" said Captain Molineux "No, by Heaven," as he glanced his eye from right to left, "not a single canoe to be seen any where along the shore."
"And if you had the British rascal on t'other shore, you wouldn't be long in tucking a knife into his gizzard, would you?" asked Middlemore, in a nearly verbatim repetition of the horrid oath originally uttered by Desborough, "I see nothing to warrant our interfering with him," he continued in an under tone to his companion.
The huts were erected by this time, and a blazing fire lighted; and I noticed that Clarice's tent had been carefully staked round by the sergeant, so that no wild beast could break suddenly into it. "I am afraid, Miss Middlemore, that you will grow very weary of the rough life we are compelled to lead," observed Manley. "Oh no!
"Why, the thing is as clear as the carbuncles on his own face the boat to be sure. "And the truism was perpetrated with the same provokingly ludicrous, yet evidently forced, gravity of tone and manner. "Execrable, Middlemore will you never give over that vile habit of punning?" "Detestable," said another. "Ridiculous," repeated a third.
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