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"She only wanted to know the facts of the case," he explained. "I just told her, and she saw at once." "Ye es," said the adjutant. "I expect that's what she did. Comin' to the Fusiliers' dance to night, Galahad?" "No, thanks. I've got a fight on with the major." SHE ONLY WANTED TO KNOW THE FACTS OF THE CASE HE EXPLAINED I JUST TOLD HER AND SHE SAW AT ONCE YES SAID THE ADJUTANT I EXPECT THAT'S WHAT SHE DID COMING TO THE FUSILLA'S DANCE TO NIGHT GALAHAD NO THANKS I'VE GOT A FIGHT ON WITH THE MAJOR
to polo, and he looked a very satisfactory figure of a man as he gave easily to the first excited bucks of his pony, and slipped over a low mud wall to the practice-ground. There were more than Mrs. Corporal Morrison who felt as she did. But Cottar was busy for eleven hours of the day. He did not care to have his tennis spoiled by petticoats in the court; and after one long afternoon at a garden-party, he explained to his major that this sort of thing was “futile piffle,” and the major laughed. Theirs was not a married mess, except for the colonel’s wife, and Cottar stood in awe of the good lady. She said “my regiment,” and the world knows what that means. None the less when they wanted her to give away the prizes after a shooting-match, and she refused because one of the prize-winners was married to a girl who had made a jest of her behind her broad back, the mess ordered Cottar to “tackle her,” in his best calling-kit. This he did, simply and laboriously, and she gave way altogether. ME METO WAS CANTERING ACROSS TO POLO AND HE LOOKED A VERY SATISFACTORY FIGURE OF A MAN AS HE GAVE EASILY TO THE FIRST EXCITED BUCKS OF HIS PONY AND SLIPPED OVER A LOW MUD WALL TO THE PRACTICE GROUND THERE WERE MORE THAN MISSUS CORPORAL MORRISON WHO FELT AS SHE DID BUT COTER WAS BUSY FOR ELEVEN HOURS OF THE DAY HE DID NOT CARE TO HAVE HIS TENNIS SPOILED BY PETTICOATS IN THE COURT AND AFTER ONE LONG AFTERNOON AT A GARDEN PARTY HE EXPLAINED TO HIS MAJOR THAT THIS SORT OF THING WAS FUTILE PRIFFLE AND THE MAJOR LAUGHED THEIRS WAS NOT A MARRIED MESS EXCEPT FOR THE COLONEL'S WIFE AND CARTER STOOD IN AWE OF THE GOOD LADY SHE SAID MY REGIMENT AND THE WORLD KNOWS WHAT THAT MEANS NONE THE LESS WHEN THEY WANTED HER TO GIVE AWAY PRIZES AFTER A SHOOTING MATCH AND SHE REFUSED BECAUSE ONE OF THE PRIZE WINNERS WAS MARRIED TO A GIRL WHO HAD MADE A JEST OF HER BEHIND HER BROAD BACK THE MESS ORDERED COTTER TO TACKLE HER IN HIS BEST COALING KIT THIS HE DID SIMPLY AND LABORIOUSLY AND SHE GAVE WAY ALTOGETHER
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