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Then he looked up at Sabre's face. "Had any illnesses?" "Not one in my life." "Shortness of breath?" "Not the least. I was in the XV at school." Sabre's voice was tremulous with eagerness. The doctor's eyes appeared to exchange a message with him. They gave the slightest twinkle. "Go along." He went to the table where sat the two officers with the paper forms. "Name?" "Sabre."
No, Mr. Sabre's not not here, says my gentleman, with rather an odd look at me. "'What, not still laid up, is he? "The chap gave me a decidedly odd look. 'Mr. Sabre's not attending the office at present, sir. "'Not attending the office? Not ill, is he? "'No, not ill, I think, sir. Not attending the office. Perhaps you'd like to see one of the partners? "I looked at him. He looked at me.
The event proved that my sight had not deceived me: I approached within sabre's length of the line; and having ascertained beyond the possibility of doubt that the line was composed of American soldiers, I returned to my friend and again urged him to charge.
He spoke of trade-unionists always as "those swine and dogs" and of the members of the Government as "those dogs and swine", swine and dogs being refined and temperate euphuisms for the epithets Mr. Pike actually employed. However he heard Sabre's stumbling periods tolerantly out and tolerantly dealt with him. "Excuse me, Sabre, but that sort of stuff's absolutely fatal fatal.
Last witness put up to screw down the lid on Sabre's coffin, to polish up the argument before it went to the jury. Stood there with the venom frothing at the corners of his mouth, stood there a man straight out of the loins of Judas Iscariot, stood there making his testimony more damning a thousand times by pretending it was being dragged out of him, reluctant to give away his business companion.
The letter was crumpled in Sabre's right hand. He was constricting it in his hand and knocking his clenched knuckles on the marble. "My boy. My dear, good boy. Oh, Sabre, Sabre!" He dropped his right arm and swung it by his side; to and fro; over the fender over the fire; over the hearth over the flames. "My Harold. Never to see his face again! My Harold."
"Found dead? Found dead? Effie? And her baby? Found dead? Oh, dear God.... Catch hold of my arm a minute. All right, let me go. Let me go, I say. Can't you? Found dead? What d'you mean, found dead?" "Well, sir, that's rather for the coroner to say, sir. There's to be an inquest to-morrow. That's what you're wanted for." "Inquest? Inquest?" Sabre's speech was thick. He knew it was thick.
They made the flame of England bright and ever brighter for you; and you, stepping into all that they have made for you, will make it bright and brighter yet. They passed and are gone; and you will pass and go. But England will continue. Your England. Yours." Mabel called Sabre's school textbooks "those lesson books."
He was slightly turned in his saddle so as to look directly at Nona, and he listened and interposed, and turned his eyes from her face to Sabre's, and from Sabre's back to hers, with his handsome head slightly cocked to one side and with much gleaming in his eyes; rather as if he had on some private mock. Fantastical notion! What mock could he have?
"You can imagine me, old man, in my natty little blue suit, tripping up the path of Sabre's house and guessing to myself that the mystery wasn't a mystery at all, but only the office perhaps rather fed up with Sabre for staying away nursing his game leg so long. By Jove, it wasn't that. House had rather a neglected appearance, I thought.
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