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Under Two Flags by Ouida
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"Ah, young one, how are you? Is the day very bad?" he asked with languid
wistfulness as the door opened.

But indifferent and weary--on account of the weather--as the tone was,
his eyes rested with a kindly, cordial light on the newcomer, a young
fellow of scarcely twenty, like himself in feature, though much smaller
and slighter in build; a graceful boy enough, with no fault in his face,
except a certain weakness in the mouth, just shadowed only, as yet, with
down.

A celebrity, the Zu-Zu, the last coryphee whom Bertie had translated
from a sphere of garret bread-and-cheese to a sphere of villa champagne
and chicken (and who, of course, in proportion to the previous scarcity
of her bread-and-cheese, grew immediately intolerant of any wine less
than 90s the dozen), said the Cecil cared for nothing longer than a
fortnight, unless it was his horse, Forest King. It was very ungrateful
in the Zu-Zu, since he cared for her at the least a whole quarter,
paying for his fidelity at the tune of a hundred a month; and, also,
it was not true, for, besides Forest King, he loved his young brother
Berkeley--which, however, she neither knew nor guessed.

"Beastly!" replied the young gentleman, in reference to the weather,
which was indeed pretty tolerable for an English morning in February. "I
say, Bertie--are you in a hurry?"

"The very deuce of a hurry, little one; why?" Bertie never was in a
hurry, however, and he said this as lazily as possible, shaking the
white horsehair over his helmet, and drawing in deep draughts of Turkish
Latakia previous to parting with his pipe for the whole of four or five
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