Charles O'Malley — Volume 2 by Charles James Lever
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The room was crowded with general officers and aides-de-camp, so that for
a second or two I could not distinguish the parties; but no sooner was my name announced, than Sir George Dashwood, forcing his way through, rushed forward to meet me. "O'Malley, my brave fellow, delighted to shake your hand again! How much grown you are,--twice the man I knew you; and the arm, too, is it getting on well?" Scarcely giving me a moment to reply, and still holding my hand tightly in his grasp, he introduced me on every side. "My young Irish friend, Sir Edward, the man of the Douro. My Lord, allow me to present Lieutenant O'Malley, of the Fourteenth." "A very dashing thing, that of yours, sir, at Ciudad Rodrigo." "A very senseless one, I fear, my Lord." "No, no, I don't agree with you at all; even when no great results follow, the _morale_ of an army benefits by acts of daring." A running fire of kind and civil speeches poured in on me from all quarters, and amidst all that crowd of bronzed and war-worn veterans, I felt myself the lion of the moment. Crawfurd, it appeared, had spoken most handsomely of my name, and I was thus made known to many of those whose own reputations were then extending over Europe. In this happy trance of excited pleasure I passed the morning. Amidst the military chit-chat of the day around me, treated as an equal by the |
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