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Updated: May 17, 2025
"Open the door, Wrenchy, and make way for the hospital two wounded men going down. I say, Singhy, look as bad as you can. Here, I know: Wrenchy and I will carry you down in a chair." Singh opened his mouth quickly and shut it sharply, making his white teeth close together with a snap.
I wouldn't care how I got it." "So long as it was honest, Wrenchy?" said Glyn, laughing. "Oh, of course, sir of course. You see, a man's got a character to lose, and when a man loses his character I suppose it's very hard to find it again; so I have been told. But I never lost mine. But I do want to get hold of a nice handy lump of money somehow, and when I do, and if I do "
"Oh!" cried Glyn, with his eyes twinkling. "You with your somebody and your never mind who! Why, I have found you out, Wrenchy. I know who the lady is." "Lady she is, sir," said the man sharply, "and right you are, though she's only poor and belongs to my station of life. But, begging your pardon, with all your Latin and Greek and study, you haven't found that out." "That I have," cried Glyn.
"Well, you are a queer chap, Singh! You say you want to be thoroughly English, and you talk like that." "Well, I do want to be English," cried Singh, "and I try very hard to do as you do, because I know what guardian says is right." "Well, you never heard me pity Slegge and call him poor old fellow." "I didn't. I meant poor Wrenchy, who wants money so badly.
"He doesn't know much more than I do, for he came to me to help him with something the other day." "Well, then, as Wrenchy says, how what he does know must have disagreed with him!" "Yes," said Singh thoughtfully, as he laid his hand on his companion's shoulder and they strolled down the garden together, waiting for the breakfast-bell to ring. "Poor old fellow! Poor old fellow! Poor old fellow!"
She slid down to the floor and cried something awful. Gents, that was sure the real distress, nothing soft and sloppy, but hard, wrenchy, deep ones, like you hear at a melodrayma. 'Twas only back in '99 that I seen an awful crying match, though both of the ladies had been drinking, so I felt like I was useder to emotion than the balance of the boys, and it was up to me to take a holt.
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