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Updated: May 8, 2025
I mean, we must make changes slowly, not in this ... this drastic fashion. But what are you to expect? When the very Cabinet Ministers are proved to have shares in munition works, is it any wonder that the common soldier runs riot?..." "I get out at the next station," said Henry. "Do you?" said Mullally. "But I thought you didn't change until you got to Whitcombe Junction?"
There was Cobain, a brutal, thick-jawed fellow who thumped small boys whenever they came near him, and there was Mullally!... He could not describe his feeling for Mullally! It was so strong that he could not sit still in the same room with him, could not speak civilly to him. And yet Mullally was civil enough to him, was anxious even to be friendly with him.
Henry smiled feebly, an unfriendly, unresponsive, mirthless smile, as was his wont when he was in the presence of people whom he disliked. "I've often wondered about you," Mullally went on, unembarrassed by Henry's obvious wish to get away from him. "Oh, yes," Henry replied, saying to himself, "I wish to God my train would come in!" "Yes, I've often wondered about you," Mullally went on.
"Righto!" said Ninian. "If any of our people propose to send us to Oxford, there's to be a row! Sloppy asses go to Oxford ... fellows like Mullally!" Henry made a terrible grimace at the mention of Mullally's name and Gilbert, swift to notice the grimace, pointed the moral, "Well, Quinny, if your guv'nor tries to send you to Oxford, don't let him.
I have a third class ticket, but if they ask for the excess, I can pay it!" "Oh, damn!" said Henry to himself. "I can understand the difficulty you have in believing that people could behave so ... so basely," Mullally said, as the train carried them out of Salisbury. "I don't believe it at all," Henry answered, "and I think that any one who does believe it is a malicious-minded ass!"
"Do you mean to say you think they got up the war on purpose so's to get bigger dividends on their armament shares?" Mullally shrugged his shoulders. "I don't wish to impute motives," he said. "No, I should not care to do that. I believe in the good intentions of my fellow man, but all the same, it's very peculiar. It looks bad!..."
"How queer," she said in a low voice. "I've never felt anything like it before ... half afraid and half not afraid!..." He began to talk about Mullally. "He's a toad, that fellow," he said, "an ... an enlarged toad!" "I'm going to bed," she interrupted. "Good-night, Quinny!" She bent her face to his. "Good-night, my dear!" he said, kissing her fondly.
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