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I believe the old brute turned up again before Monck's return, but he wasn't visible till afterwards. He and Monck have always been thick as thieves thick as thieves." He paused, looking at Sir Reginald. "A very fishy transaction, sir," he observed. Sir Reginald's eyes met his.
You'll be late for mess yourself if you don't buck up." Tommy's treatment of his captain was ever of the airiest when they were alone. He had never stood in awe of Monck since the days of his illness; but even in his most familiar moments his manner was not without a certain deference. His respect for him was unbounded, and his pride in their intimacy was boyishly whole-hearted.
So far as I can learn, Monck Mason seems to have been the first historian to discover it; nor do I find the fact mentioned by any of Swift's later biographers. Wood's coin.
"Was that how you came to deprive me of my revolver?" questioned Monck. She coloured again vividly. "No, I thought you were going to shoot yourself. I will give it back to you presently." "When you consider that I can be safely trusted with it?" he suggested, with his brief smile. "But tell me some more about this mysterious old beggar of yours! What was he like?" She hesitated momentarily.
His face wore a curiously stony look, but his eyes burned with a fierce intensity. He spoke without apology or preliminary of any sort. "I have just had a message, sir, from Bhulwana," he said. "I wish to apply for immediate leave." The Colonel looked at him in surprise. "A message, Captain Monck?" "From my wife," Monck said, and drew a hard breath between his teeth.
"Everard, what did you say to Peter?" "Never mind!" said Monck. She braced herself. "You are not to be angry with him. He is my servant. I will reprimand him if necessary." "It isn't," said Monck, with a brief smile. "You can tell him to finish laying the cloth." He kissed her and let her go, leaving her with a strong impression that she had behaved foolishly.
"And your son must carry on your greatness. He shall learn to love the Empire as you do. We will teach him together you and I." "Ah!" Monck said, and drew the hard breath of a man struggling in deep waters. Mrs. Ralston returned softly with a white bundle in her arms, and Stella's hold relaxed. Her heavy lids brightened eagerly. "My dear," Mrs.
"I shall not keep you long," he said, as Monck shut the door and moved forward. "But I must ask of you an explanation of the fact which came to light this evening." He paused a moment, but Monck spoke no word, and he continued with growing coldness.
"Or listen to your heart?" suggested Tommy irreverently as he rose. "Turn him out!" said Monck, leaning luxuriously upon the pillows that Stella arranged for him. Tommy laughed as he sauntered away, pulling the door carelessly after him but recalled by Monck to shut it. A sudden silence followed his departure. Stella was at the window, looping back the curtains.
She thought and hoped that Monck would smoke his cigarette and suffer himself to be lulled into somnolence by such melody as she was able to extract from the crazy old instrument; but he disappointed her. He smoked indeed, lounging out in the verandah, while she sought with every allurement to draw him in and charm him to blissful, sleepy contentment.
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