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Captain Flower, leaning heavily on Miss Tipping's arm, limped slowly to the carriage. "Tired?" she enquired, tenderly, as he sank back in the cushions. "Foot's painful," he said, with a faint smile. "Good gracious!" "What's the matter?" asked Miss Tipping, alarmed by his manner. "I've left my pipe in the garden," said Flower, rising, "the one you gave me. I wouldn't lose it for the world."
Bowker did ask if you'd go an' look at her but I do hate t' disturb ye, that I do!" "Oh, it's all right, Ann. Tell Mrs. Bowker I'll be right down." "I will so, but it's a dratted shame as you should shoulder everybody's troubles, that it is." "Oh, Ann as though I do! And then how about yourself, dear what of the Baxters and the Ryders, and Mrs. Tipping's baby and " "My land!" cried Mrs.
Aunt Tipping's indignation seldom outlived a few plaintive words of this sort; and had the offending lady of the clock appeared next moment, and given some Arabian Nights' explanation, there is little doubt that Aunt Tipping would have forgiven her on the spot. A tendency to do so was already active in her next remark, "Well, poor soul, we mustn't be too hard on her.
The Bombing Section, under Livesey, consists of eight all told; Tipping's Riflemen, thirteen; Heap's Rifle-Grenade men, eleven; two Lewis Gun Sections Topping and Hopkinson being the respective section commanders and each having seven in their sections. "Various articles were drawn from a dump when we got to the trench. We got to the trench about 11 p.m."
Porson, being thus heckled, subsided into defiant mutterings, intended for Dick Tipping's ear alone, and the remainder of the drive to Chelsea passed almost in silence. Arrived at the Blue Posts, Flower got out with well-simulated alacrity, and going into the bar, shook hands heartily with Mrs. Tipping before she quite knew what he was doing.
There is no need to say that Aunt Tipping's understanding of the tastes and ambitions which had driven Henry momentarily to take refuge with her was of the vaguest; but all she needed to know of such a situation was that: here on the one hand was something somebody very much wanted to do, and here on the other were certain stern powers ranked against his doing it. That was enough for her.
On this, too, lay an opened book, into which Mr. Tipping would dip now and again, when he could safely leave the boot he was engaged upon to the mechanical skill of his hands. At one end of the tool-shelf was a small collection of books, a dozen or so shabby volumes, though these were far from constituting Mr. Tipping's complete library. Mr.
My orders were to advance to the 'Green Line, and when I got there I was to take Lance-Corporal Tipping's rifle section and four Lewis Gunners on to reinforce Allen at Aviatick Farm where he was to dig a strong point in front of the front-line when the Gravenstafel Ridge was reached.
Meanwhile, Henry plodded away at Aunt Tipping's, working sometimes on a volume of essays for the London publisher, and sometimes on his novel, now and again writing a review, and earning an odd guinea for a poem; and now and again indulging in a day of richly doing nothing. Otherwise, one day was like another, with the many exceptions of the days on which he saw Angel or Esther.
"I know quite eno'ugh about Fred," said Miss Tipping, tenderly; "when I want your opinion, mar, I'll ask you for it." Mrs. Tipping's reply was interrupted by the entrance of a young man from the jeweller's with four brooches for Flower to present to the bridesmaids. Mrs.
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