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After that it was Georgie's turn; and remembering his friends, he filled up the house with that kind of officer who live in cheap lodgings at Southsea or Montpelier Square, Brompton—good men all, but not well off. AFTER THAT IT WAS GEORGIE'S TURN AND REMEMBERING HIS FRIENDS HE FILLED UP THE HOUSE WITH THAT KIND OF OFFICER WHO LIVE IN CHEAP LODGINGS IN SOUTH SEA OR MONTPELLIERS SQUARE BROMPTON ALL GOOD MEN BUT NOT WELL OFF
f breath, neither evasion nor delay in reply. So she blessed him and kissed him on the mouth, which is not always a mother’s property, and said something to her husband later, at which he laughed profane and incredulous laughs. All the establishment waited on Georgie next morning, from the tallest six-year-old, “with a mouth like a kid glove, Master Georgie,” to the under-keeper strolling carelessly along the horizon, Georgie’s pet rod in his hand, and “There’s a four-pounder risin’ below the lasher. You don’t ’ave ’em in Injia, Mast-Major Georgie.” It was all beautiful beyond telling, even though the mother insisted on taking him out in the landau (the leather had the hot Sunday smell of his youth) and showing him off to her friends at all the houses for six miles round; and the pater bore him up to town and a lunch at the club, where he introduced him, quite carelessly, to not less than thirty ancient warriors whose sons were not the youngest majors in the army and had not the D.S.O.  OF EYELID NOR QUICKENING OF BREATH NEITHER EVASION NOR DELAY IN REPLY SO SHE BLESSED HIM AND KISSED HIM ON THE MOUTH WHICH IS NOT ALWAYS A MOTHER'S PROPERTY AND SAID SOMETHING TO HER HUSBAND LATER AT WHICH HE LAUGHED PROFANE AND INCREDULOUS LAUGHS ALL THE ESTABLISHMENT WAITED ON GEORGIE NEXT MORNING FROM THE TALLEST SIX YEAR OLD WITH A MOUTH LIKE A KID GLOVE MASTER GEORGIE TO THE UNDER KEEPER STROLLING CARELESSLY ALONG THE HORIZON GEORGIE'S PET ROD IN HIS HAND AND THERE'S A FOUR POUNDER RISING BELOW THE LASHER YOU DON'T HAVE EM IN INDIA MASTER MAJOR GEORGIE IT WAS ALL BEAUTIFUL BEYOND TELLING EVEN THOUGH MOTHER INSISTED ON TAKING HIM OUT IN THE LANDAU THE LEATHER HAD THE HOT SUNDAY SMELL OF HIS YOUTH AND SHOWING HIM OFF TO HER FRIENDS AT ALL THE HOUSES FOR SIX MILES ROUND AND THE PAINTER BORE HIM UP TO TOWN AND A LUNCH AT THE CLUB WHERE HE INTRODUCED HIM QUITE CARELESSLY TO NOT LESS THAN THIRTY ANCIENT WARRIORS WHOSE SONS WERE NOT THE YOUNGEST MAJORS IN THE ARMY AND HAD NOT THE DEA SO
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