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Updated: June 9, 2025
As the car, gathering speed, hummed down the street. Sally was at the telephone listening to the sleepy voice of Ginger Kemp, which, as he became aware who it was that had woken him from his rest and what she had to say to him, magically lost its sleepiness and took on a note of riotous ecstasy. Five minutes later, Ginger was splashing in his bath, singing discordantly.
She deserved the scolding, and had bent before it, but her head, though bloody, was unsubdued, and her chirrupings began to mingle with his retreating thunder. "You've woken the baby. I knew you would. "Who asked him while I was away? Who asked my sister down to meet him? Who sent them out in the motor day after day?" "Charles, that reminds me of some poem." "Does it indeed?
Some of the commandos had gone south to assist Cronje in his stand against Methuen, and the siege languished more and more, until it was woken up by a desperate sortie on December 26th, which caused the greatest loss which the garrison had sustained. Once more the lesson was to be enforced that with modern weapons and equality of forces it is always long odds on the defence.
"You've woken Peter, too. He's had how many is it, Peter? eight morning watches running. I've brooded over him like a Providence from the fore-top through each weary dawning, so I ought to know." He yawned drowsily. "Peter saw a horn of the crescent moon sticking out of a cloud this morning, and turned out the anti-aircraft guns' crews. Thought it was the bows of a Zeppelin.
She felt as she had sometimes felt as a child, when, on the edge of sleep, she had dreamed that she was stepping of a precipice and had woken, tense and alert, to find that there was no danger after all. But there was a difference between that feeling and this. She had woken, but to find that there was danger. It was as though some inner voice was calling to her to be careful, to take thought.
None but those who have been woken up in this manner from a comfortable state of unconsciousness, to the full realities of doolie travelling in Indian heat and dust, can form an idea of the trial it is to one's temper; and, from my own feelings, together with the sounds I hear from my companion's direction, I can testify as to the relief that the use of foreign expletives affords under the affliction.
And it is proof of my fogged condish that my first words to him were words not of reproach and stern recrimination but of inquiry: "I say, Jeeves!" "Good evening, sir. I was informed that you had returned. I trust you had an enjoyable ride." At any other moment, a crack like that would have woken the fiend in Bertram Wooster. I barely noticed it.
It was William, his teeth like knives. The sun was climbing: she would be awake. But this was only an afterthought, as he ran toward the compound. He threw open the first door, then the second, and burst into the room he had never seen. She was there, half dressed, seeming but a continuation of the dream from which he felt he had not woken. For there was no waking from the truth.
"What a big boy he is," remarked Morley. "Yes, isn't he?" said the mother proudly. The baby roared its loudest, tears streamed down its scarlet face, and it dug its clenched knuckles furiously into its eyes. "Surely it's in pain," I suggested. "Oh, he always cries when he is woken up," returned the mother tranquilly. She did not seem to take the least notice of the child's bellowing.
You'll make an excellent model. If you won't mind posing again for a few minutes I will not weary you to-day. Your right arm a little more forward." "But I should tumble down." "Not if you lean well on to the nail." "But that would have woken Sisera before she had struck a blow." "Never mind that. Let us try it."
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