Jackanapes, Daddy Darwin's Dovecot and Other Stories by Juliana Horatia Gatty Ewing
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of the pace at which they had come, for they had pressed on with the
news of Victory. Miss Jessamine was sitting with her niece under the oak-tree on the Green, when the Postman put a newspaper silently into her hand. Her niece turned quickly--"Is there news?" "Don't agitate yourself, my dear," said her aunt. "I will read it aloud, and then we can enjoy it together; a far more comfortable method, my love, than when you go up the village, and come home out of breath, having snatched half the news as you run." "I am all attention, dear aunt," said the little lady, clasping her hands tightly on her lap. Then Miss Jessamine read aloud--she was proud of her reading--and the old soldier stood at attention behind her, with such a blending of pride and pity on his face as it was strange to see:-- "DOWNING STREET, "_June_ 22, 1815, 1 A.M." "That's one in the morning," gasped the Postman; "beg your pardon, mum." But though he apologized, he could not refrain from echoing here and there a weighty word. "Glorious victory,"--"Two hundred pieces of artillery,"--"Immense quantity of ammunition,"--and so forth. "The loss of the British Army upon this occasion has unfortunately been |
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