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Emilia returned the money to her. "Ye're foolush!" said Mrs. Chump. "A shut fist's good in fight and bad in friendship. Do ye know that? Open your hand." "Excuse me," persisted Emilia. "Pooh! take the money, or I'll say ye're in a conspiracy to make me blindman's-buff of the parrty. Take ut." "I don't want it." "Maybe, it's not enough?" "I don't want any, ma'am." "Ma'am, to the deuce with ye!
And so, three days later, the simple soul of Twenty-seven fifty-four Carmichael, "A" Company, was transferred, on promotion, to another company the great Company of Happy Warriors who walk the Elysian Fields. "Firing parrty, one round blank load!" There is a rattle of bolts, and a dozen barrels are pointed heavenwards.
"Oi thought Oi'd make bould to have a word wid ye, sorr," he said, recovering from a stiff salute with his fingers nipping the cord of his trousers. "It's not for meeself, sorr, although the ould man was harrd on me, nor for the leddy, your sister, but for the sake of the leftenant, sorr, who the ould man was harrdest on of all. Oi was of the parrty that rode with your sister."
Preston got his elbow smashed, and Burke had a bullet through his cap and another in the region of the waistband. Then they tumbled into the trench like rabbits. Carfrae and I crawled after them." At this moment the doorway of the dugout is darkened by a massive figure, and Major Kemp's colour-sergeant announces "There's a parrty of Gairmans gotten oot o' their trenches, sirr. Will we open fire?"
Word has just been received that we are to move again to-morrow to a precisely similar set of huts about a hundred yards away! They are mad wags on Olympus. "Firing parrty, revairse arrms!" Thus the platoon sergeant a little anxiously; for we are new to this feat, and only rehearsed it for a few minutes this morning. It is a sunny afternoon in late February. The winter of our discontent is past.
Emilia returned the money to her. "Ye're foolush!" said Mrs. Chump. "A shut fist's good in fight and bad in friendship. Do ye know that? Open your hand." "Excuse me," persisted Emilia. "Pooh! take the money, or I'll say ye're in a conspiracy to make me blindman's-buff of the parrty. Take ut." "I don't want it." "Maybe, it's not enough?" "I don't want any, ma'am." "Ma'am, to the deuce with ye!
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