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Updated: June 28, 2025
The trumpet-major had remained all the time in a melancholy attitude within the rowel of his Majesty's right spur. 'My shoes are caked with chalk, she said as they walked downwards again; and she drew back her dress to look at them. 'How can I get some of it cleared off?
As there seemed a possibility of Mrs. Garland's small passage being choked up with human figures personally unknown to her, she was relieved to hear Anne coming downstairs. 'Here's my little girl, said Mrs. Garland, and the trumpet-major looked with a sort of awe upon the muslin apparition who came forward, and stood quite dumb before her.
'There's company in the house, said Loveday. 'Company? Farmer Derriman is not at home, said Anne, and went on to the window whence the rays of light leaked out, the trumpet-major standing where he was. He saw her face enter the beam of candlelight, stay there for a moment, and quickly withdraw. She came back to him at once. 'Let us go on, she said.
'Derriman is sober as a judge, said Loveday, as they turned to go. 'It was only the others who were noisy. 'Whether he is sober or not is nothing whatever to me, said Anne. 'Of course not. I know it, said the trumpet-major, in accents expressing unhappiness at her somewhat curt tone, and some doubt of her assurance.
'Father told me to read it at once, in case of bad news. Ask your pardon for keeping you a moment. He broke the seal and read, Anne standing silently by. 'He is coming home to be married, said the trumpet-major, without looking up. Anne did not answer. The blood swept impetuously up her face at his words, and as suddenly went away again, leaving her rather paler than before.
It came up, many people on each side grasping the hands of the troopers in bidding them farewell; and as soon as John Loveday saw the members of his father's household, he stretched down his hand across his right pistol for the same performance. The miller gave his, then Mrs. Loveday gave hers, and then the hand of the trumpet-major was extended towards Anne.
As soon as the trumpet-major reached the nearest pen-and-ink he flung himself into a seat and wrote wildly to Bob: 'DEAR ROBERT, I write these few lines to let you know that if you want Anne Garland you must come at once you must come instantly, and post-haste or she will be gone! Somebody else wants her, and she wants him! It is your last chance, in the opinion of
John continued his sad and heavy pace till walking seemed too old and worn-out a way of showing sorrow so new, and he leant himself against the fork of an apple-tree like a log. There the trumpet-major remained for a considerable time, his face turned towards the house, whose ancient, many- chimneyed outline rose against the darkened sky, and just shut out from his view the camp above.
'Have ye heard about the King coming, Miss Maidy Anne? he said. Anne said that she had just heard of it; and the trumpet-major, who hardly welcomed his father at such a moment, explained what he knew of the matter. 'And you will go with your regiment to meet 'en, I suppose? said old Loveday. Young Loveday said that the men of the German Legion were to perform that duty.
Now leave her to me; I will be downstairs in a few minutes, and tell you how she is. John left the room. When he gained the lower apartment his father was standing by the chimney-piece, the sailor having gone. The trumpet-major went up to the fire, and, grasping the edge of the high chimney-shelf, stood silent. 'Did I hear a noise when I went out? asked the elder, in a tone of misgiving.
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