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The Headquarter Recruit; And Other Stories

The Headquarter Recruit; And Other Stories

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ISBN10: 1150991542
ISBN13: 9781150991547
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 228
Weight: 0.75
Height: 0.51 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ...the passage. He was exhausted with his late upbraidings, and stood a moment on the doorstep, breathing hard, and looking blindly out into the barrack-square. It was a gusty, moonless night, and the nickering yellow gas-lamps were almost swallowed up in surging billows of wind-tossed shadow. In the lee of the block of buildings the blackness was almost solid. The Adjutant bit firmly on the chin-strap of his regulation cap, and strode forth to do battle with the elements. The wild wind charged down upon him, and blew a woman into his arms. He was entangled in her draperies--gagged by a long lace scarf, which wound itself about his head and face like something in the seaweed-line. But he felt her clutch his arm, and heard her--in spite of his envelopment--gasp out: Captain Macallister! I must speak to you. I beg your pardon, the Adjutant said in muffled tones, unwinding himself as best he could, while the storm shrieked round the pair of them, and the whips of the rain lashed and stung. But the wild woman clung to him and went on. A sudden surge of fear had risen and swamped her triumph in the reprisal that she had set brewing. It had occurred to her that the man in whose hands she had placed the threads of her destiny, and the scissors wherewith to cut them if he liked, might not have burned the letter, after all. And her terror had been to her as a scourge, lashing her forth into the darkness. Don't betray me! she cried. I was mad. It was you who made me so. Have some mercy on a woman who Then, as some vagrant ray of light, wrenched from one of the distracted gas-lamps by a fresh gust, fell upon the Adjutant's face, she shrieked out wildly, and would have fled; but the little man caught the frantic...