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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." 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
.” “That’s the proper way to look at it, my son.” And so up and down the flagged walk till their shadows grew long in the moonlight, and the mother went indoors and played such songs as a small boy once clamoured for, and the squat silver candlesticks were brought in, and Georgie climbed to the two rooms in the west wing that had been his nursery and his playroom in the beginning. Then who should come to tuck him up for the night but the mother? And she sat down on the bed, and they talked for a long hour, as mother and son should, if there is to be any future for the Empire. With a simple woman’s deep guile she asked questions and suggested answers that should have waked some sign in the face on the pillow, and there was neither quiver 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. YOU'VE DONE YOUR WORK THAT'S THE PROPER WAY TO LOOK AT IT MY SON AND SO UP AND DOWN THE FLAGGED WALK TILL THEIR SHADOWS GREW LONG IN THE MOONLIGHT AND THE MOTHER WENT INDOORS AND PLAYED SUCH SONGS AS A SMALL BOY ONCE CLAMOURED FOR AND THE SQUAT SILVER CANDLESTICKS WERE BROUGHT IN AND GEORGIE CLIMBED INTO THE TWO ROOMS IN THE WEST WING THAT HAD BEEN HIS NURSERY AND HIS PLAY ROOM IN THE BEGINNING THEN WHO SHOULD COME TO TUCK HIM IN FOR THE NIGHT BUT HIS MOTHER AND SHE SAT DOWN ON THE BED AND THEY TALKED FOR A LONG HOUR AS MOTHER AND SON SHOULD IF THERES TO BE ANY FUTURE FOR THE EMPIRE WITH A SIMPLE WOMAN'S DEEP GUILE SHE ASKED QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTED ANSWERS THAT SHOULD HAVE WAKED SOME SIGN IN THE FACE ON THE PILLOW AND THERE WAS NEITHER QUIVER 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
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