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Updated: May 19, 2025
The sergeant-major's nephew was found in the act of pipeclaying a pair of gauntlet gloves which bore my number, and the immediate consequence of this was a stand-up fight in the riding-school in the presence of some fifty or sixty of the men and two or three officers who looked on from the gallery.
"Oh, I thought you were someone else." The smile left the regimental sergeant-major's thin lips. "What do you want?" "Why, Regimental Sergeant-Major, can you tell me anything about a scheme to send enlisted men to colleges over here? Can you tell me who to apply to?" "According to what general orders? And who told you to come and see me about it, anyway?" "Have you heard anything about it?"
He shouted to him goadingly: "Is this what you call liberty, equality, fraternity, you lousy fellow? Liberty, equality, fraternity!" And he gave a shrill, scornful laugh. But, as if summoned by the words, the haggard, sombre-visaged Wolf came to the door from the opposite room. He had at once understood why the row was going on. It was only to be expected, after the deputy sergeant-major's words!
So that the line might not be out done, I offered my sergeant-major's banner-screen, but I am sorry to say they declined it, which made me jealous." "Are there any drawings of the Reynolds' boy?" "Yes, Lenore Vivian brought them down, and very good they are.
The sergeant-major was a small man with a fresh boyish face and a drawling voice who lolled behind a large typewriter reading a magazine that lay on his lap. Fuselli slipped in behind the typewriter and stood with his cap in his hand beside the sergeant-major's chair. "Well what do you want?" asked the sergeant-major gruffly.
Thus the picture in the sergeant-major's mind was revived afresh, and in such vivid colours that it regained its old power over him, dissipating the cloud of self-reproachful doubt.
The "dimmocking bags" have been emptied; the accumulations in the sergeant-major's hands have been drawn, and the corporal, freighted with the joint savings, has the task of expending the same in beer. In this undertaking he manifests a preternatural astuteness.
But if Heppner pointed this out to him, he would flourish the notes-of-hand under the sergeant-major's nose and threaten to lay them before Wegstetten. Heppner could think of no other way of escape than the chance of a sudden stroke of luck. Of course, however, he needed money in order to go on playing. He himself had no more, and nobody would lend to him.
We were laughing and cheering in half an hour. In the end we rocked in our seats and howled tumultuously when the sergeant-major, a portly man of great dignity, was dragged over the footlights. Our lady pirouetted across the stage and back again, her arm round the sergeant-major's waist, her cheek on his shoulder, singing, "If I were the only girl in the world and you were the only boy."
"What do you mean by letting any one in here? The office. . . ." "I was told the inspector was here," said Nekhludoff, surprised at the agitation he noticed in the sergeant-major's manner. At this moment the inner door opened, and Petrov came out, heated and perspiring. "He'll remember it," he muttered, turning to the sergeant major.
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