We knew that the Capt'n was bad, but, for reasons which I have
already oblitherated, I knew more than me Colonel. I wud ha' rolled
out his face wid the butt av my gun before permittin' av him to steal
the gurl. Saints knew av he wud ha' married her, and av he didn't she
wud be in great tormint, an' the divil av a "scandal." But I niver
sthruck, niver raised me hand on my shuperior orf'cer; an' that was
a merricle now I come to considher it.'
'Mulvaney, the dawn's risin',' said Ortheris, 'an' we're no nearer
'ome than we was at the beginnin'. Lend me your pouch. Mine's all
dust.'
Mulvaney pitched his pouch over, and filled his pipe afresh.
'So the dhress-rehearsal came to an end, an', bekaze I was curious,
I stayed behind whin the scene-shiftin' was ended, an' I shud ha' been
in barricks, lyin' as flat as a toad under a painted cottage thing.
They was talkin' in whispers, an' she was shiverin' an' gaspin' like
a fresh-hukked fish. "Are you sure you've got the hang av the
manewvers?" sez he, or wurrds to that effec', as the coort-martial
sez. "Sure as death," sez she, "but I misdoubt 'tis cruel hard on my
father.
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