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While the trumpet-major looked, a young woman, niece of Anthony Cripplestraw, and one of Uncle Benjy's servants, was called in by one of the crew, and much against her will a fiddle was placed in her hands, from which they made her produce discordant screeches. The absence of Uncle Benjy had, in fact, been contrived by young Derriman that he might make use of the hall on his own account.
'Thank ye! he said with heartfelt gratitude. 'Good-night! The miller replied and closed the window, and the light went out. 'There, now I hope you are satisfied, sir? said the trumpet-major. 'Quite, quite! said Derriman; and, leaning on his walking-stick, he pursued his lonely way.
'You have alarmed the house, said the trumpet-major, hearing the clicking of flint and steel in his father's bedroom, followed in a moment by the rise of a light in the window of the same apartment. 'You have got me into difficulty, he added gloomily, as his father opened the casement. 'I am sorry for that, said Uncle Benjy. 'But step back; I'll put it all right again.
They stood locked together, the rain beating into their unconscious forms, and the horse looking on. The trumpet-major fell back inside the granary, and threw himself on a heap of empty sacks which lay in the corner: he had recognized the woman to be Anne.
The person who did not praise was the one who knew him best, who had known him as a boy years ago, when he had lived nearer to Overcombe than he did at present. This unappreciative person was the trumpet-major. At this time in the history of Overcombe one solitary newspaper occasionally found its way into the village. Derriman at the Hall, by whom it was handed on to Mrs.
'Perhaps I had better, said the trumpet-major, his blue eyes resting on the far distant sea, that seemed to rise like a wall as high as the hill they sat upon. And then he told a tale of Miss Johnson and the th Dragoons which wrung his heart as much in the telling as it did Bob's to hear, and which showed that John had been temporarily cruel to be ultimately kind.
Yes, that was rather a troublesome chop a cutlass did it. I should have told 'ee, but I found 'twould make my letter so long that I put it off, and put it off; and at last thought it wasn't worth while. John soon rose to take his departure. 'It's all up with me and her, you see, said Bob to him outside the door. 'She's not even going to see me. 'Wait a little, said the trumpet-major.
She spent much of her time indoors or in the garden, hearing little of the camp movements beyond the periodical Ta-ta-ta-taa of the trumpeters sounding their various ingenious calls for watch-setting, stables, feed, boot-and-saddle, parade, and so on, which made her think how clever her friend the trumpet-major must be to teach his pupils to play those pretty little tunes so well.
Garland and the miller took no heed of the time, and what it was bringing to earth and sky, so occupied were they with themselves; but Anne in her place and the trumpet-major in his, each in private thought of no bright kind, watched the gradual glory of the east through all its tones and changes.
'O dear, dear! more hideous country sounds, I suppose? she inquired, with another start. 'O no, said the miller cheerfully. ''Tis only my son John's trumpeter chaps at the camp of dragoons just above us, a-blowing Mess, or Feed, or Picket, or some other of their vagaries. John will be much pleased to tell you the meaning on't when he comes down. He's trumpet-major, as you may know, ma'am.
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