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by Camara Norcott 25 Dec '09

25 Dec '09

him to get me a pair of headphones. "I must explain to you that it was no easy matter for a Russian seaman to serve on a vessel which visited foreign ports. First one had to go t

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by Ogletree 23 Dec '09

23 Dec '09

sister's toeses. What little bitsey toeses. Baby touch little sister's toeses." Jimmy had chafed while he listened; but now that the scene came to him after reflection, he saw how inhuman a thing it was to dupe the child into an affection for her inevitable enemy. "Does baby love little sister?" continued the voice. "Love nice, pretty little sister! Sweet little sister! Zhere! Zhere! Zhat's right; love little sister!" As he toyed with a wisp of hay, Jimmy Sears's blood froze in his veins at the recollection that his own mother had lent her countenance to this baseness. He kn

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by Fracier 17 Dec '09

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by Terhaar 15 Dec '09

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by Organista 11 Dec '09

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by Schoelman Spitzer 08 Dec '09

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by Lowell 07 Dec '09

07 Dec '09

Poken. God save the Queen!" How that place echoed with the hearty "Hurray!" that rung out; and then it was, "Fours right. March!" and only our company held firm, while I don't know whether I felt disappointed or pleased, till I happened to look up at one of the windows, to see Mrs Maine and Miss Ross, with those two poor little innocent children clapping their hands with delight at seeing the soldiers march away; one of them, the little girl, with her white muslin and scarlet sash over her shoulder, being held up by Lizzy Green; and then I did know that I was not disappointed, but glad I was to stay. But to shew you how a man's heart changes about when it is blown by the hot breath of what you may call love, let me tell you that only half a minute later, I was disappointed again at not going; and dared I have left the ranks, I'd have run after the departing column, for I caught Harry Lant looking up at that window, and I thought a handkerchief was waved to him. Next minute, Captain Dyer calls out, "Form four-deep. Right face. March!" and he led us to the gateway, but only to halt us there, for Measles, who was sentry, calls out something to him in a wild excited way. "What do you want, man?" says Captain Dyer. "O sir, if you'll only let me exchange. 'Taint too late. Let me go, captain." "How dare you, sir!" says Captain Dyer sternly, though I could see plainly enough it was only for discipline, for he was, I thought pleased at Measles wanting to be in the thick of it. Then he shouts again to Measles, "'Tention--present arms!" and Measles falls into his right position for a sentry when troops are marching past. "March!" says the captain again; and we marched into the market-place, and--all but those told off for sentries--we were dismissed; and Captain Dyer then stood talking earnestly to Lieutenant Leigh, for it had fallen out that they two, with a short company of eight-and-thirty rank and file, were to have the guarding of the women and children left in quarters at Begumbagh. STORY ONE, CHAPTER SEVEN

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