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Theirs was not a married mess, except for the colonel's wife, and Cottar stood in awe of the good lady. THEIRS WAS NOT A MARRIED MESS EXCEPT FOR THE COLONEL'S WIFE AND CARTER STOOD IN AWE OF THE GOOD LADY
ked of a morning if there were “any complaints.” “I’m full o’ complaints,” said Mrs. Corporal Morrison, “an’ I’d kill O’Halloran’s fat sow of a wife any day, but ye know how it is. ’E puts ’is head just inside the door, an’ looks down ’is blessed nose so bashful, an’ ’e whispers, ‘Any complaints’ Ye can’t complain after that. _I_ want to kiss him. Some day I think I will. Heigh-ho! she’ll be a lucky woman that gets Young Innocence. See ’im now, girls. Do ye blame me?” Cottar 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 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. OTTER AS THE REGULATIONS ORDAINED ASKED OF A MORNING IF THERE WERE ANY COMPLAINTS I'M FULL OF COMPLAINTS SAID MISSUS CORPORAL MORRISON AND I'D KILL OLD HOLLERAN'S FAT SOW OF A WIFE ANY DAY BUT YOU KNOW HOW IT IS HE PUTS HIS HEAD JUST INSIDE THE DOOR AND LOOKS DOWN HIS BLESSED NOSE SO BASHFUL AND HE WHISPERS ANY COMPLAINTS YOU CAN'T COMPLAIN AFTER THAT I WANT TO KISS HIM ONE DAY I THINK I WILL HEY HO SHE'LL BE A LUCKY WOMAN THAT GETS YOUNG INNOCENCE SEE HIM NOW GIRLS DO YOU BLAME 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
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