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He bein' a civilian now, an' you niver was aught else. Can you not let the Arrmy rest? 'Tis not good for Terence." I took refuge by Mulvaney, for Dinah Shadd has a temper of her own. "Let be let be," said Mulvaney. "'Tis only wanst in a way I can talk about the ould days."
Dinah Shadd had told me in the drawing-room of her desire to coax Mulvaney into letting his beard grow. "'Twas so civilian-like," said poor Dinah, who hated her husband's hankering for his old life. "Dinah Shadd, you're a dishgrace to an honust, clane-scraped man! "said Mulvaney, without replying to me. "Grow a beard on your own chin, darlint, and lave my razors alone.
When 'e's been checked we allus walks 'im orf. 'E ain't fit to be spoke to those times nor 'e ain't fit to leave alone neither. So we takes 'im till 'e is. Mulvaney raised his head, and stared straight into the sunset. 'I had my rifle, said he dreamily,'an' I had my bay'nit, an' Mullins came round the corner, an' he looked in my face an' grinned dishpiteful.
"Watch the hand," said Mulvaney; "av she shuts her hand tight, thumb down over the knuckle, take up your hat an' go. You'll only make a fool av yoursilf av you shtay. But av the hand lies opin on the lap, or av you see her thryin' to shut ut, an' she can't, go on! She's not past reasonin' wid." 'Well, as I was sayin', I fell back, saluted, an' was goin' away. "Shtay wid me," she sez. "Look!
"Ho! it's weary waitin' for Ma-ary!" he hummed; "but I'd like to kill some more bloomin' Paythans before my time's up. War! Bloody war! North, East, South, and West." "Amen," said Learoyd, slowly. "Fwhat's here?" said Mulvaney, checking at a blurr of white by the foot of the old sentry-box. He stooped and touched it. "It's Norah Norah M'Taggart!
Thin I came home acrost country, lyin' up by day. 'How on earth did you manage? I said. 'How did Sir Frederick Roberts get from Cabul to Candahar? He marched an' he niver tould how near he was to breakin' down. That's why he is fwhat he is. An' now Mulvaney yawned portentously. 'Now I will go an' give myself up for absince widout leave.
"Ah!" broke in Mulvaney, "ye'd no chanst against the maraudin' psalm-singer. They'll take the airs an' the graces instid av the man nine times out av ten, an' they only find the blunder later the wimmen." "That's just where yo're wrong," said Learoyd, reddening under the freckled tan of his cheeks. "I was th' first wi' 'Liza, an' yo'd think that were enough.
Mulvaney knew a contractor on one of the new Central India lines, and wrote to him for some sort of work. The contractor said that if Mulvaney could pay the passage he would give him command of a gang of coolies for old sake's sake. The pay was eighty-five rupees a month, and Dinah Shadd said that if Terence did not accept she would make his life a "basted purgathory."
"Mulvaney, the dawn's risin'," said Ortheris, "an' we're no nearer 'ome than we was at the beginnin'. Lend me your pouch. Mine's all dust." Mulvaney pitched his pouch over, and filled his pipe afresh.
'I'm askin' you to warehouse ut, said Mulvaney when he was brought to consider the question. 'There's no steal in ut. Dearsley tould us we cud have ut if we fought.
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