Soldiers Three - Part 2 by Rudyard Kipling
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"'I will be whin I get back to Depot,' I sez. ''Tis a reconnaissance honeymoon now.' "'I'm married too,' he sez, puffin' slow an' more slow, an' stopperin' wid his forefinger. "'Sind you happiness,' I sez. 'That's the best hearin' for a long time.' "'Are ye av that opinion?' he sez; an' thin he began talkin' av the campaign. The sweat av Silver's Theatre was not dhry upon him, an' he was prayin' for more work. I was well contint to lie and listen to the cook-pot lids. "Whin he got up off the ground he shtaggered a little, an' laned over all twisted. "'Ye've got more than ye bargained for,' I sez. 'Take an inventory, Larry. 'Tis like you're hurt.' "He turned round stiff as a ramrod an' damned the eyes av me up an' down for an impartinent Irish-faced ape. If that had been in barricks, I'd ha' stretched him an' no more said; but 'twas at the Front, an' afther such a fight as Silver's Theatre I knew there was no callin' a man to account for his timpers. He might as well ha' kissed me. Aftherwards I was well pleased I kept my fistes home. Then our Captain Crook - Cruik-na-bul-leen - came up. He'd been talkin' to the little orf'cer bhoy av the Tyrone. 'We're all cut to windystraws,' he sez, 'but the Tyrone are damned short for |
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