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Updated: May 20, 2025
She had Nanny Ainslee take pictures of the various Green Valley institutions while going full blast. How Tommy laughed at the familiar faces in Uncle Tony's armchairs and at Hank Lolly leaning up against the livery barn, and how homesick he grew as he looked at the crowd getting off at the station, and the school children playing in the old school yard where he used to play.
But he looked as wistfully as they at the fluttering flags and listened as keenly to the puffs of music that the wind dashed into his face every now and then. Every Decoration Day Uncle Tony's brother William rode just so, slowly and alone at the end of the gay procession. On that day he was a lonely and tragic figure. Loved and respected every other day in the year, on this he was shunned.
From sisterly sympathy, she fancied she could understand Tony's liberty-loving reluctance: she had no comprehension of the backwardness of the man beholding the dear woman handsomer than in her maiden or her married time: and sprightlier as well.
"What?" asked Bob. "Oh, they have the finest little black-haired two-day-old girl you ever saw," said his aunt. "You don't mean it," said Bob. "Tony's so excited," said his uncle, "that he forgets everything you ask him to do." "Well, this is certainly fine news," said Bob. "I don't suppose I dare go down and see her." "I think I'd wait a day or two if I were you, Bob, before going down."
"Out o' the light, man; if you were made o' glass the moon might get through you. Why, yes, it is Tony's moccasin!" cried Victor, in eager excitement. "I know it by the patch, for I saw Elsie putting it on this very morning. Look, speak, man! don't you see it? A square patch on the ball of the right foot!"
Tony's transparent simplicity and candour in recounting his adventure at the Dents de Loup and its immediate consequences was too self-evident to doubt, and although he had refrained from mentioning the name of the girl who had been his companion the "pluckiest girl he knew" it was equally clear that he had been narrating the mountain episode in which Ann had been concerned and for which she had paid so dearly.
But, for the most part, the episode seemed to her to be invested with a curious sense of unreality, an impression which was fostered by the apparently unforced naturalness of Tony's demeanour. And now she felt rather as though he were asserting his independence, his freedom to gamble. "Lose?" He picked up her words. "You've got to be prepared to lose at everything.
The Babe explained once more, and Welch heartily corroborated Tony's remarks. Charteris thanked him too. 'You aren't really going, are you? asked Welch. 'Rather, said Charteris. 'The Old Man won't give you leave. 'Shan't worry the poor man with such trifles. 'But it's miles out of bounds. Stapleton station is out of bounds to start with.
I believe" smiling blandly "you are proposing to marry Coventry next month. At least, I'm told that's the programme. And I suppose you count on paying off Tony's debt with Coventry's money. Is that it? What a charming arrangement!" Ann felt her colour rise till her whole face and neck seemed scorching with the hot rush of blood.
Like somebody's something it is both grateful and comforting. Tony's seconds were curious specimens of humanity. One was a gigantic soldier, very gruff and taciturn, and with decided leanings towards pessimism. The other was also a soldier. He was in every way his colleague's opposite. He was half his size, had red hair, and was bubbling over with conversation.
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