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But the cupboard was empty. For the sternest of reasons the Commandant had, for two or three years past, denied himself the taste of strong waters. Mrs. Treacher passed the back of her hand across the bridge of her nose. "I'll step over to the Castle," she announced, "for a drop of gin I keep against Treacher's attacks." Treacher's idiom frighten the reader.
The fog had found its way into Treacher's bugle before our three heroes reached the quay; but he continued to blow his best; and there, at the end of the causeway, Sir Cæsar ran into them ran straight into the Commandant, almost knocking out his breath calling, as he ran, for someone to take bow oar in the lifeboat. "Will I do?" asked Sergeant Archelaus, coolly, as became a soldier. "You?"
What with sea-water and scrambling after gulls' eggs, they was becoming a byword all over the Islands." The Commandant winced, not for the first time in this conversation. "Treacher makes his clothes last," he objected. "Sam Treacher's a married man, and gets his bad luck different." "But but couldn't you ask Mrs. Treacher to take your old ones in hand and put in a patch or two?
The level sun-rays, painting the turf to a green almost unnaturally vivid, and gilding the straw of the manure, passed on to flame upon Sergeant Treacher's breast as though beneath his unbuttoned tunic he wore a corslet of burnished brass. The Commandant blinked, again removed his glasses, and, having repolished, resumed them. "Treacher, what are you wearing?"
"He's my Governor, anyway," answered Archelaus, turning more and more dogged; "and he's Treacher's; and I reckon you'll find, if you try any games, that he's Treacher's missus' Governor, too." "Insolent!" This from Miss Gabriel. "I ain't denyin' it, ma'am. Insolent I be, and a little freedom o' speech about it is no more than your rights.
But here unhappily, at the height of Mrs. Treacher's indignation, a sneeze sounded from a bush across the patch of garden; and the eyes of her visitors, attracted by the sound, rested on an object which Mrs.
Treacher's manner had been brusque the night before last; but Miss Gabriel's own manner was brusque, whether to friend or to foe, and nice shades of address escaped her. Mrs. Treacher was certainly poor, and with a poverty to which a shilling meant a great deal. And Miss Gabriel had a shilling ready in her pocket, as well as half-a-crown as a heroic resource in case of unlooked-for obstinacy.
Archelaus made a bold effort to recover himself. "Why, Treacher's missus ... unless you mean the Ghost." Pope and I surprised, the other night, in your master's quarters, I advise you to keep that for the Marines. Sir," Miss Gabriel turned to the Lord Proprietor "this petty insult of the scarecrow is the smallest part of our complaint against Major Vigoureux.
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