The works of Rudyard Kipling . nothing, but encouraged Dickwith her eyes, and he behaved abominably allthat evening. Mrs. Jennett prophesied an im-mediate judgment of Providence and a de-scent into Tophet later, but Dick walked inParadise and would not hear. Only when hewas going to bed Mrs. Jennett recovered andasserted herself. He had bidden Maisiegood-night with down-dropped eyes and froma distance. you arent a gentleman you might tryto behave like one, said Mrs. Jennett, spite-fully. Youve been quarreling with Maisieagain. This meant that the usual good-night kisshad been omitted. Maisie,
The works of Rudyard Kipling . nothing, but encouraged Dickwith her eyes, and he behaved abominably allthat evening. Mrs. Jennett prophesied an im-mediate judgment of Providence and a de-scent into Tophet later, but Dick walked inParadise and would not hear. Only when hewas going to bed Mrs. Jennett recovered andasserted herself. He had bidden Maisiegood-night with down-dropped eyes and froma distance. you arent a gentleman you might tryto behave like one, said Mrs. Jennett, spite-fully. Youve been quarreling with Maisieagain. This meant that the usual good-night kisshad been omitted. Maisie, white to the lips,thrust her cheek forward with a fine air of in-difference, and was duly pecked by Dick, whotramped out of the room red as fire. Thatnight he dreamed a wild dream. He had wonall the world and brought it to Maisie in a THE LIGHT THAT FAILED cartridge-box, but she turned it over with herfoot, and, instead of saying, Thank you,she cried— Where is the grass collar you promisedfor Amomma? Oh, how selfish you are!. CHAPTER II Then we brought the lances down, then the bugles blew,When we went to Kandahar, ridin two an two,Ridin, ridin, ridin, two an two,Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra,All the way to Kandahar, ridin two an two, —Barrack-Room Ballad. Im not angry with the British pubHc, butI wish we had a few thousand of them scat-tered among these rocks. They wouldnt bein such a hurry to get at their morning papersthen. Cant you imagine the regulationhouseholder—Lover of Justice, ConstantReader, Paterfamilias, and all that lot—friz-zling on hot gravel? With a blue veil over his head, and hisclothes in strips. Has any man here a needle?Ive got a piece of sugar-sack. Ill lend you a packing-needle for sixsquare inches of it then. Both my knees areworn through. Why not six square acres, while youreabout it? But lend me the needle, and Ill seewhat I can do with the selvage. I dont think19 20 THE LIGHT THAT FAILED theres enough to protect my royal body fromthe cold blast as it
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