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Nicky-Nan duly posted the certificate, which Dr Mant had characteristically forgotten to date. After a week it came back with an official note drawing Nicky's attention to this, and requesting that the date should be inserted. "Red tape," said Nicky. He borrowed a pen from Mrs Penhaligon, and wrote the date quite accurately at the foot of the document.
Nicky-Nan seated himself on the bench in the porchway and did on his boots. The light was very dim here, and his fingers trembled, so that he took a long time threading the laces through the eyelet-holes. He became aware that his nerves were shaken. At the best of times, with his hurt leg, he found this operation of lacing his boots one of the worst of the day's jobs.
It always seemed to me those helmets must be a tryin' wear." "I dunno. . . . But here he is! "Hullo, Rat-it-all!" The constable straightened himself up and approached with an affected air of jauntiness. "Why, whoever would ha' thought to happen on you two here?" he exclaimed, and laughed uneasily. "Sure enough the man's manner isn't natural," said Mr Latter to Nicky-Nan.
But 'twas a knock-out. . . . 'Nicky-Nan, says you, 'an'not a sovereign to bless hisself' Why the man's fairly leakin sovereigns! sheddin' 'em about like fish-scales!" "Mr Latter are you intoxicated?" "I wish I was, ma'am.
Then, for some reason or other, his conscience smote him. He put off posting the letter; and at this point again fortune helped him. Word came to him by a chance wind that the staff of the Coastguard had been shifted, over at Troy. So Nicky-Nan kept it in his pocket; and nothing happened. It had all been contrived so easily, and had succeeded so easily! Everything said and done, his leg was worse.
And if you're fittin' to take a stroll before I get back, maybe you'll not forget to lock the house up." Nicky-Nan promised. It occurred to him that, leg or no leg, he felt lonely, and would be all the better for a stroll. So, having fetched his stick and locked the house-door behind him, he dandered down towards the Quay. The street was empty, uncannily silent.
So Mr Pamphlett, knowing there must be War, had clean forgotten the Ejectment Order, until Nicky-Nan inopportunely reminded him of it; and in his forgetfulness, being testy with overwork, had threatened execution on Monday which would be the 3rd: August Bank Holiday, and a dies non. Somehow Nicky-Nan had forgotten this too.
If you ask me, every Englishman's post at this moment is in the firing line." Nicky-Nan winced, and changed the subject in haste. "Well, it must be a great consolation to have such strength as yours," he said pleasantly. "But I wonder with nothing else doin', and on a Bank Holiday too you could manage to stay away from the School Treat." "Rat it all!" broke out the constable, and checked himself.
To be sure, certain winds could be recognised by their voices: a southerly one of any consequence announced itself by a curious droning note which, if it westered a little, rose to a sharp whistle and, in anything above half-a-gale, to a scream. But to see what the weather was like, you must go to the front porch. Nicky-Nan went to the front porch and gazed skyward.
The Kaiser's been layin' up for this, these years past: and by my reck'nin' 'tis goin' to be a long business. . . . I don't tell the Missus that, you'll understand? But I'd take it friendly if you kept an eye on 'em, as a naybour. . . . O' course 'tis settled we must clear out from here." "I don't see it," said Nicky-Nan, pursing his lips. "Pamphlett's a strong man.
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