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Updated: June 22, 2025
It is no violation of history to state that the entire British fleet was not engaged in subduing Nicaragua, and that Colonel Polson felt himself amply provided for the necessities of the crisis by sailing into the harbour of San Juan del Norte with one small ship.
I've just got my appointment on the Staff. I'm off for Varna to-morrow, and I don't suppose that I shall meet the gentleman again. I want a private word with you. If Mr. Jervase will be so kind as to relieve us of his presence. 'I'll be back in a quarter of an hour, said Polson.
It was a tribute to his power, but when they took to sobbing one against the other, his temper rose, and he sternly commanded silence. "I shall be like this every day at sea," sobbed Chrissie vindictively, "only worse; making us all ridiculous." "Stop that noise directly!" vociferated the captain. "We c-c-can't," sobbed Miss Polson. "And we d-don't want to," said Chrissie.
'You want recruits here? said Polson, and the Sergeant, finding that he had been betrayed into a sign of respect for one who was willing to become his own inferior, answered him with a scowling ill-temper. 'Yes! he snapped. 'Wait there till the orderly room is opened. The young man was too full of his own concerns to take offence at a tone. He sat down quietly and waited.
'I think, said the General, rising from the seat he had taken at his host's invitation, 'that it is time for me to go home. 'You can't do that, sir, cried Polson. 'It's impossible. The weather is worse than ever. Think of Irene going out in such a storm as this! You were weatherbound here hours ago, and listen to it now. No carriage could live on the hillside to-night.
Polson, a little strengthened by the food he had taken, managed to roll round upon his shoulder, and looked his late enemy in the face. 'It's I, he said. 'Indubitably. And it's you, to a certainty. Where did you get hit?
They were all full of roast pork, or of pork more or less roasted, and the scent of the sacrifice was yet in the air, and their war-bitten souls were cheered and warmed, if ever so little. 'Yis, said one lad, 'if half the quality knowed! 'Hallo! said Polson, turning in the fragrant dark. 'How far from Bilston were you born? 'Wedgebury, said the voice. 'No furder.
'I have been waiting to speak to you. Jervase started violently at his unexpected voice, and half recoiled into the room behind him. 'You're here? he said, advancing with clenched hands. 'What are you doing here? Eavesdropping? 'No, sir, said Polson more sternly than he had ever spoken in his life till then. 'That isn't my line of country, and you know it. I want to speak to you.
Polson nodded. 'Better see the Sergeant in the guardroom, the sentry told him. 'Go through that door and you will find him there. People who read their Dickens, as all men who are privileged to speak the English language ought to do, will remember a striking little passage in 'Oliver Twist, in which the author moralises upon the first dressing of a new-born pauper baby.
'Have you finished, Polson? 'Yes, dear. That's about all, I think. You see, I know you, Irene. You'll grizzle if you think I'm grizzling. That's your nature. You can't bear to think of a canary bird in pain. 'And that is all? 'Yes, dear. That's all. 'I shall never forget you, dear. I shall never forget you, and I shall never change.
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