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Now she must go at once. Even if he were to repent of his blind rage and ask her forgiveness, she felt that there was an impassable gulf between them. During the confusion that followed, Number Two, feeling hungry, went down with Biddy to lunch. "It's about the last ov it here, Sirr," said the girl, "an' we may as well ate what is good and drink something betther than cold wather."
Again silence, while the rotund Mucklewame perspires in the throes of mental exertion. "Private Wemyss?" No answer. "Private M'Micking!" The "buzzer" smiles feebly, but says nothing. "Well," desperately "Sergeant Angus! Tell them what you noticed in the foreground." "The sky, sirr." "Not in the foreground, as a rule," replies Bobby Little gently.
That is my answer, sirr; I hope it does not disappoint you." "Not in the least," said Farnham, putting on his hat. "It is precisely what I should have expected of you." "Thank you, sirr. Call again, sirr."
"You want guide?" he says, hastening to the fray and sending the other men flying with "Imshi, imshi!" "Me good guide, beest guide in Cairo, show you Pyramids, all-a sights, verry cheap, sirr, me show you, only ten shillings, citadel and " "I don't want a guide, thank you." The gentleman's knowledge of English is limited apparently, for he doesn't understand that.
For the last eighteen miles we had seen no quartz, which, however, might have veined the underground-rock. The sole of the Sirr now appeared spread with snow, streaked and patched with thin white paint; the stones were mostly water-rolled, the discharge of valleys draining from afar.
Either it or the sea-breeze generally sets in between seven and eight a.m., when the stony, sandy world has been thoroughly sunned. The short divide beyond the far bank of the Sirr is strewn with glittering mica-schist that takes the forms of tree-trunks and rotten wood; and with dark purple-blue fragments of clay-slate looking as if they had been worked.
"Really," said Jean, as they strolled before breakfast, watching the shops being opened and studying the old timbered houses, "it's getting almost absurd: like Father's story of the soldier who greeted his master every morning in India with 'Another hot day, sirr. We thought if we got one good day out of the three we were to be on the road we wouldn't grumble, and here it goes on and on.... We must come back to Shrewsbury, Davie.
Willing hands extracted M'Snape from his arboreal envelope he could probably have got home quite well without it, but once a Boy Scout, always a Boy Scout and he made his report. "I went back to have a look-see into the crater, sirr." "Well?" "It's fair blown in, sirr, and a good piece of the sap too.
"The boys was saying, sirr," observed Bogle tentatively, "that there was to be another grand battle soon." "It is more than likely," said Angus, with an air of profound wisdom. "Here we are in June, and we must take the offensive, sooner or later, or summer will be over." "What kind o' a battle will it be this time, sirr?" inquired Bogle respectfully.
"Very good. And so on with all the other hours. Now, supposing I were to say, End of mansion-house six o'clock white gate you would carry your eye straight downward, through the garden, until it encountered the gate. I would thus have enabled you to recognise a very small object in a wide landscape in the quickest possible time. See the idea?" "Yes, sirr." "All right.
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