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Updated: July 22, 2025
'Jim's better, dad. Then he said something like, 'The stars are looking at me. I thought he was half asleep. I took off his jacket and boots, and carried him in under the waggon and made him comfortable for the night. 'Kiss me 'night-night, daddy, he said. I'd rather he hadn't asked me it was a bad sign. As I was going to the fire he called me back. 'What is it, Jim?
Lon Price was soon sleeping like a tired child over his ham and eggs, and Jeff went night-night, too, before his second gin fizz arrived. Ben ordered a porterhouse steak, family style, consuming it in a moody rage like a man that has been ground-sluiced at every turn.
But on second thoughts he looked closely to his pistol and placed it beneath his pillow. Then he shot the bolt of his door and was satisfied that all proper precautions had been taken. "Just a little peep at dainty Miss Mission, to say night-night," he smiled, unfastening the catch on the chronometer case. "Then I'll sleep on the dirty knife business."
'Get me my things and the cattle-pup, please, daddy. I was scared now. His things were some toys and rubbish he'd brought from Gulgong, and I remembered, the last time he had convulsions, he took all his toys and a kitten to bed with him. And ''night-night' and 'daddy' were two-year-old language to Jim. I'd thought he'd forgotten those words he seemed to be going back.
He cast a glance at her face, but she had withdrawn to the shadow. "Well," he hesitated, "night-night, in case you don't sit up." "Good night," she replied. "I shan't sit up." "You might make up the fire before you go to bed, though, there's a dear girl." She did not answer, and he went out; she followed him to the doorway, and stood there watching him put on his overcoat and muffler again.
"Night-night. . . ." For a long while Vane sat on, staring at the fire. Though only early in October, the night was chilly, and he stretched his legs gratefully to the blaze. After a time he got up and fetched an evening paper. The great push between Cambrai and St. Quentin was going well; behind Ypres the Boche was everywhere on the run.
His pipe was between his teeth; he removed it for a second to kiss her cheek hastily, then restored it. With a hysterical anger held feverishly in check, she thought that male imperturbability, male selfishness, were incredible. "Night-night!" he said again, going out. "I'll bring you a programme." The door shut. She was alone.
Night-night, old boy; don't keep Doris too long near the canal, in case you are taken with my inclination"; and she went gaily off, humming a popular air. Dudley read through his letters without grasping any of their contents. For the first time Hal's attitude to Doris seriously worried him, and he felt vaguely there was trouble ahead.
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