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Updated: June 15, 2025
We became friends, which explains why for three days I was able to inform the camp commandant, Ronny Hertford, and all their party, of the latest happenings at the Front, hours before the French newspapers and the Continental 'Daily Mail' arrived. And what do you think the men of two of our batteries were doing an hour after the camps were pitched and the horses watered? playing a football match!
"But 'traurige Nachrichten' is 'bad news. They're breaking it to us that she's dying." "They don't say they're sending us bad news; they say they think Ronny must have had some. To account for her illness. Because they say she's been so happy with them." "But what bad news could she have had?" "Perhaps she knows about Nicky." "But nobody's told her, unless Vera has." "She hasn't.
"Let it remain there. Cafe noir for me this morning. As noir as it can jolly well stick!" Freddie retired to the fireplace and sipped delicately. "As far as I can remember, it was Ronny Devereux' birthday or something . . ." "Mr Martyn's, I think you said, sir." "That's right. Algy Martyn's birthday, and Ronny and I were the guests. It all comes back to me.
"Well, I got one o' de gent'mens to write Judy a letter for me, an' I tole her all 'bout de fight, an' how Marse Chan knock Mr. Ronny over fur speakin' discontemptuous o' Cun'l Chahmb'lin, an' I tole her how Marse Chan wuz a-dyin' fur love o' Miss Anne. An' Judy she gits Miss Anne to read de letter fur her.
But I haven't got to the point when I can slap my thighs, and roar with laughter if they happen to be Germans. In between, the boredom is so awful that I've heard some of our men say they'd rather have things happening. And, of course, we're all hoping that when those shells come along there won't be quite so much "between." Love to Ronny and Mother and all of them. Your very affectionate,
She sat with her hands lying in her lap, and she had the same look he had seen when she was in the train. "Ronny " She stood up to greet him, as if it had been she who was staying there and he who had incredibly arrived. "They told me you wouldn't be long," she said. "I? You haven't come because you were ill or anything?" She smiled and shook her head. "No. Not for anything like that."
I'm glad I'm Ferdie's daughter, not Bartie's.... I'd take his name, so that everybody should know I was his daughter, only that I like Uncle Anthony's name best. I'm glad Mother loved him." "So am I, Ronny. I know I shouldn't have liked Bartie's daughter. Bartie's daughter wouldn't have been you." He took her in his arms and held her face against his face. And it was as if Desmond had never been.
"Where's Marjorie?" was Ronny's first speech as shortly after seven she flitted into the room looking like a veritable butterfly in her gorgeous black and yellow costume. "I am anxious to see her as a doll. I know she will be simply exquisite." "She certainly looked sweet," returned Jerry. She paused, eyeing Ronny in mild surprise. Ronny had broken into a hearty laugh.
"By God, if I could only get that Ronny McKinnon under my bonny blue hanger," said Gilchrist, the ganger that had the soft side for Mirren Stuart. "One good prog wid pay for this night's daftness," growled his leader, and again came Gilchrist's voice "Was I tae ken McKinnon was ootside Finlay Stuart's and a dozen o' ye in the kitchen."
I know she hasn't. She didn't want her to know." "Well, then " "Mummy, you don't have to tell Ronny things. She always knows them." "How on earth could she know a thing like that?" "She might. She sort of sees things like Ferdie. She may have seen him with Desmond. You can't tell." "Do they say what the doctor thinks?" "Yes. He thinks it's worry and Heimweh homesickness.
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