You've seen the likes time an' agin, Sorr, an' poor fun 'tis for them
that sit in the back row an' stamp wid their boots for the honour av
the rig'mint. I was told off for to shif' the scenes, haulin' up this
an' draggin' down that. Light work ut was, wid lashins av beer and the
gurl that dhressed the orf'cers' ladies--but she died in Aggra twelve
years gone, an' my tongue's gettin' the betther av me. They was actin'
a play thing called _Sweethearts_, which you may ha' heard av, an' the
Colonel's daughter she was a lady's maid. The Capt'n was a boy called
Broom--Spread Broom was his name in the play. Thin I saw --ut come
out in the actin'--fwhat I niver saw before, an' that was that he was
no gentleman. They was too much together, thim two, a-whishperin'
behind the scenes I shifted, an' some av what they said I heard; for
I was death--blue death an' ivy--on the comb-cuttin'. He was
iverlastin'ly oppressing her to fall in wid some sneakin' schame av
his, an' she was thryin' to stand out against him, but not as though
she was set in her will. I wonder now in thim days that my ears did
not grow a yard on me head wid list'nin'.
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