The Highwayman by H. C. (Henry Christopher) Bailey
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"Egad, sir, a pawn may save a queen or check a king." "But do you suppose it enjoys it?" "Are you away to the war, sir?" Geoffrey smiled. "I doubt our Harry has no turn for soldiering." "You are always right, Mr. Waverton," Harry nodded at him. "It is not only soldiers who fight our battles, Mr. Waverton," said the Colonel with dignity. "There's danger enough for a quick wit and a cool judgment far behind the lines. And you need not go to Flanders to find the war. It's flaming all over England, all over--France," he dropped the last word in a lower tone, as if his heat had carried him away and it was a blunder. He flung himself back and emptied his glass, and looked gloomily at the empty decanter. "Why, Mr. Waverton, you have made me into a babbler. It's time you delivered me to the ladies." "Aye, aye," Hadley yawned. "Let's try another of the worlds." They marched out, but the Colonel and Waverton, waiting on each other, were some distance behind the other pair. "You must know I have often had some desire for the life of action," said Mr. Waverton. To which the Colonel earnestly, "I have never known a man more fit for it," and upon that they entered my lady's drawing-room. |
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