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"Georgie—_dear!_" said the mother, amazedly, for Miriam was flushing under the stare. "I—I beg your pardon!" he gulped. "I don't know whether the mother has told you, but I'm rather an idiot at times, specially before I've had my breakfast. It's—it's a family failing." GEORGIE DEAR SAID THE MOTHER AMAZEDLY FOR MIRIAM WAS FLUSHING UNDER THE STAIR I I BEG YOUR PARDON HE GULPED I DON'T KNOW WHETHER THE MOTHER HAS TOLD YOU BUT I'M RATHER AN IDIOT AT TIMES ESPECIALLY BEFORE I'VE HAD MY BREAKFAST IT IT'S A FAMILY FAILING
y of ammunition in the field; and having so proved it, the soul and brain and heart and body of Georgie cried joyously: “That’s the Lily Lock girl—the Lost Continent girl—the Thirty-Mile-Ride girl—the Brushwood girl! _I_ know her!” He waked, stiff and cramped in his chair, to reconsider the situation by sunlight, when it did not appear normal. But a man must eat, and he went to breakfast, his heart between his teeth, holding himself severely in hand. “Late, as usual,” said the mother. “My boy, Miriam.” A tall girl in black raised her eyes to his, and Georgie’s life training deserted him—just as soon as he realised that she did not know. He stared coolly and critically. There was the abundant black hair, growing in a widow’s peak, turned back from the forehead, with that peculiar ripple over the right ear; there were the grey eyes set a little close together; the short upper lip, resolute chin, and the known poise of the head. There was also the small well-cut mouth that had kissed him. N TO MORROW TO HEAR A LECTURE ON SUPPLY OF AMMUNITION IN THE FIELD AND HAVING SO PROVED IT THE SOUL AND BRAIN AND HEART AND BODY OF GEORGIE CRIED JOYOUSLY THAT'S THE LITTLELOCK GIRL THE LOST CONTINENT GIRL THE THIRTY MILE RIDE GIRL THE BRUSHWOOD GIRL I KNOW HER WAKED STIFF AND CRAMPED IN HIS CHAIR TO CONSIDER THE SITUATION BY SUNLIGHT WHEN IT DID NOT APPEAR NORMAL BUT A MAN MUST EAT AND HE WENT TO BREAKFAST HIS HEART BETWEEN HIS TEETH HOLDING HIMSELF SEVERELY IN HAND LATE AS USUAL SAID HIS MOTHER MY BOY MISS LACEY A TALL GIRL IN BLACK RAISED HER EYES TO HIS AND GEORGIE'S LIFE TRAINING DESERTED HIM JUST AS SOON AS HE REALIZED THAT SHE DID NOT KNOW HE STARED COOLLY AND CRITICALLY THERE WAS THE ABUNDANT BLACK HAIR GROWING IN A WIDOW'S PEAK TURNED BACK FROM THE FOREHEAD WITH THAT PECULIAR RIPPLE OVER THE RIGHT EAR THERE WITH THE GRAY EYES SET A LITTLE CLOSE TOGETHER THE SHORT UPPER LIP RESOLUTE CHIN AND THE KNOWN POISE OF THE HEAD THERE WAS ALSO THE SMALL WELL CUT MOUTH THAT HAD KISSED HIM
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