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Updated: May 21, 2025
So we, along with 1,200 others, marched out to our work, and as soon as we were outside of the prison grounds I saw a sight that, while it explained the mud-splashed appearance of my spectral array, was enough to daunt any man doomed to join in the game. Mud, mud everywhere, with groups of weary men with shovel, or shovel and barrow, working in it.
Had she been a martyr bound to the stake, the faggots piled about her slim body, her face might have worn just that expression of high resignation and contempt for danger and suffering. The young man walked slowly on. He wanted time to think. Besides he glanced down with a quick frown of annoyance at his mud-splashed clothing he certainly cut a queer figure for a call.
There was something in the fresh, cold air wonderfully alluring after the atmosphere of the room he had quitted. He turned his coat collar up and strode down the avenue. Tallente reached the Manor about an hour and a half later, mud-splashed, wet and weary. Robert followed him into the study and mixed him a whisky and soda.
Hither, mud-splashed, ragged, hollow-cheeked, came our battalion they call us the Seventh Hairy Jocks nowadays after four months' continuous employment in the firing-line. Ypres was a household word to them; Plugstreet was familiar ground; Givenchy they knew intimately; Loos was their wash-pot or rather, a collection of wash-pots, for in winter all the shell-craters are full to overflowing.
And, while she lay there, lips scarce parted, sleeping quietly as a tired child, he sat his mud-splashed saddle, motionless under the moon, eyes never leaving her window for an instant, till at last the far dawn broke and the ghostly shadows fled away. Then, in the pallid light, he slowly gathered bridle and rode back into the Southern forest, head heavy on his breast.
A servant was approaching, leading a mud-splashed courier, whom he announced as having just arrived. "Whence are you?" Giovanni questioned him. "From the Holy See," answered the courier, bowing, "with letters for the High and Mighty Lord Giovanni Sforza, Tyrant of Pesaro, and his noble spouse, Madonna Lucrezia Borgia."
When he had returned that night from the rescue of Martin, all mud-splashed and exhausted, he had read, with a glad leap of his heart, the message in her eyes and in her faltering words he had vindicated himself. By tacit consent they left the street and followed the path down into Treasure Valley.
And to the mud-splashed aide-de-camp who stood waiting, looking out of the window at the gunboat which was now churning in toward the wharf, billows of inky smoke pouring from the discolored stacks: "Please tell the general that I go aboard in half an hour. Tell him I'll do my best." In a lower voice: "Ask him not to forget my brother if matters go wrong with me.
He stood for a moment on the sidewalk, his bright eyes grown misty, and watched the pair drive down the hill. Then he looked across the street and saw Doctor Archibald Blair climbing into his mud-splashed buggy, satchel in hand. Lawyer Ed walked across to him, his shining boots sinking in the soft mud. By descent Lawyer Ed was partly Scotch, by nature he was entirely Irish.
The noisy little clock on the mantelpiece announced the fact, and, by its frantic ticking, seemed as anxious as I to get the consultation hours over. I glanced wistfully at my mud-splashed boots and wondered if I might yet venture to assume the slippers that peeped coyly from under the shabby sofa. I even allowed my thoughts to wander to the pipe that reposed in my coat pocket.
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