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Updated: May 21, 2025
"And when you sang to me that day, and when you looked at me as you did an hour or two ago while you were entertaining you were only acting?" Mr. Twing's answer was not known, but it must have been a full and complete one, for it was quite dark when he left the schoolroom NOT for the last time with its mistress on his arm.
It was not unusual, on the route, to hear some wearied officer exclaim, "If I only had a pull at old Twing's pewter!" and "equal to Twing's flask" was an expression which stamped the quality of any liquor as superfine. Such was one of the major's peculiarities, though by no means the only one.
Yet she was also conscious, and, as she thought, as inconsistently, of being pleased and even proud of his success. At the conclusion the applause was general, and a voice added with husky admiration and familiarity: "Brayvo, Johnny Walker!" Twing's face became suddenly white as a Pierrot mask. There was a dead silence, in which the voice continued, "Give us 'Sugar in the Gourd, Johnny."
All this, however, did not blind her to the serious intent of the rebellion, or of Twing's unaccountable assumption of her prerogative. While he was still romping with the children she called him in. "I must remind you," she said, with a slight nervous asperity, "that this outrageous conduct of Tom Hardee was evidently deliberated and prepared by the others, and cannot end in this way."
My memory, however, gradually grew clearer; and the events of the preceding night soon became linked together, and formed a complete chain. The shot that passed so near my head in Twing's tent the boat the French words I had heard before I received the blow and the exclamation, "Coup pour coup!" all convinced me that Lincoln's conjectures were right.
And there still remained the fact for which Twing's undoubted fascination over the children had somewhat prepared her that at recess the malcontents one and all seemed to have forgiven the man who had overcome them, and gathered round him with unmistakable interest.
"Hilloa, Bios!" shouted Twing, grasping him by the hand. "Why, bless me, Twing, I'm glad to see you!" answered Blossom, throwing his arms around the diminutive major. "But where on earth is your pewter?" for during the embrace he had been groping all over Twing's body for the flask. "Here, Cudjo! That flask, boy!" "Faith, Twing, I'm near choked; we've been fighting all day a devil of a fight!
For the past few days they had hovered on the verge of active insubordination, and had indulged in vague mutterings which she had resolutely determined not to hear. It was, therefore, with some inward trepidations, not entirely relieved by Twing's presence, that she saw the three Mackinnons and the two Hardees slouch into the school a full hour after the lessons had begun.
"I told you ONE rehearsal was enough for me." "You mean you have looked over them?" "Got 'em by heart. Letter perfect. Want to hear me? Listen." She did. He had actually committed to memory, and without a lapse, the entire text of rules, questions, answers, and examples of the lessons for the day. Before a month had passed, Mr. Twing's success was secure and established.
Our army has reached Plan del Rio, and is preparing to attack the pass. An hour lost, and we may be too late for the battle. You know the result of that as well as I." I knew Twing's determined character too well to offer further opposition, and the Jarochos were condemned to be hung.
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