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Updated: June 23, 2025
And she sang of May-bloom and love; of love that had never come near her and that she would never know; sang, with her eyes upon the beer-stained table, in a public-house amid the backways of Lambeth. Totty Nancarrow was whispering to Thyrza: 'Sing something, old girl! Why shouldn't you? Annie West was also at hand, urging the same. 'Let 'em hear some real singing, Thyrza. There's a dear.
'I believe you was going to marry Miss Nancarrow, wasn't you? 'Hollo! Who told you such a thing as that? 'Nobody. I thought of it myself. It looks like it, when I think. I'm older now, you see, than I was then; I see more into things. Ackroyd laughed heartily. 'It seems you do. 'Well but, tell me, Mr. Ackroyd. 'No, I shan't.
'I don't accuse you of anything, she replied, still under her breath. 'What is it you have to say? 'I went to see Miss Nancarrow. I had no thought of repeating the story to her you must believe me or not, as you like, but I am telling you the truth. I wanted to see if she had heard anything from the Bowers, and I wanted to try and find out, if I could, whether Thyrza had told her any secret.
As he reached the officers' quarters, he was surprised to see Captain Pringle. "I've news for you, Nancarrow." "Thank you, sir." "You've got your commission." "That's great. Thank you. I'm sure I owe it to you." "Nonsense. Come this way. You've to go to Colonel Sapsworth. But that's not all. You start for the front almost immediately." For a moment Bob could not speak.
"Very good, mon capitaine," and Bob saluted military fashion, while the other laughed. "I don't know quite what to do with you yet, Nancarrow," said Pringle. "You see, you are too good a man for a private beside, you want to go straight to the front. Naturally, too, at such times as these we can't do everything by cast-iron rule. Exceptional cases demand exceptional treatment.
Totty received her in the shop with a friendly laugh. Mrs. Bower's description of Miss Nancarrow as a lad in petticoats was not inapt, yet she was by no means heavy or awkward. She had a lithe, shapely figure, and her features much resembled those of a fairly good-looking boy. Her attire showed little care for personal adornment, but it suited her, because it suggested bodily activity.
"Of course, it couldn't be he," and Nancy seemed to be speaking to herself; "you see, according to the paper, you were rescued by a Lieutenant Nancarrow who belonged to a London regiment. Even if Bob had joined the Army, he couldn't have been promoted so quickly," and the girl sighed again.
He bears one of the oldest names in England too, he's heir to an old title, and he's Captain in one of the crack regiments. And Nancy loves a soldier. She comes of a fighting race, and thinks there's no profession in the world worthy of being compared with the army." Bob Nancarrow was the only son of Dr. Nancarrow, a man much respected in St. Ia, but whom Admiral Tresize regarded as a crank.
A hint to this effect led to a furious outbreak on Luke's part; he was insulted, he would leave the house and find quarters elsewhere, his sister was a narrow-minded, calumniating woman. He was bidden to take his departure as soon as he liked, but somehow he did not do so. Then Mrs. Poole got her husband to make private inquiries about Miss Nancarrow.
Thyrza that's Miss Trent, I mean was so anxious; she's never been to the seaside. Will you just ask him? 'Oh yes, I will. 'I'm sorry I've had to draw back, Mr. Bunce, after offering 'It don't matter a bit, Miss Nancarrow. Miss Trent 'll do just as well, if she really don't mind the trouble. 'Trouble! Why, she'd give anything to go! Please get Mr. Grail to let her.
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