It might have lain in the youthful look of the lad, for albeit a goodly man in person, he was almost a boy in countenance, being apparently not yet twenty years of age.
Miles was at last roused to the necessity for prompt and decisive action by the voice of the sergeant saying in tones of authority--
"Portsmouth--third--two--single."
"That's the way to go it, lobster!" remarked a shabby man, next in the line behind Miles.
The grave sergeant paid no more regard to this remark than if it had been the squeak of a mouse.
"Now, then, sir, your carridge stops the way. 'Eave a'ead. Shall I 'elp you?" said the shabby man.
Thus admonished, Miles, scarce knowing what he said, repeated the sergeant's words--
"Portsmouth--third--two--single."
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Miles was at last roused to the necessity for prompt and decisive action by the voice of the sergeant saying in tones of authority--
"Portsmouth--third--two--single."
"That's the way to go it, lobster!" remarked a shabby man, next in the line behind Miles.
The grave sergeant paid no more regard to this remark than if it had been the squeak of a mouse.
"Now, then, sir, your carridge stops the way. 'Eave a'ead. Shall I 'elp you?" said the shabby man.
Thus admonished, Miles, scarce knowing what he said, repeated the sergeant's words--
"Portsmouth--third--two--single."
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It might have lain in the youthful look of the lad, for albeit a goodly man in person, he was almost a boy in countenance, being apparently not yet twenty years of age.
Miles was at last roused to the necessity for prompt and decisive action by the voice of the sergeant saying in tones of authority--
"Portsmouth--third--two--single."
"That's the way to go it, lobster!" remarked a shabby man, next in the line behind Miles.
The grave sergeant paid no more regard to this remark than if it had been the squeak of a mouse.
"Now, then, sir, your carridge stops the way. 'Eave a'ead. Shall I 'elp you?" said the shabby man.
Thus admonished, Miles, scarce knowing what he said, repeated the sergeant's words--
"Portsmouth--third--two--single."
Miles was at last roused to the necessity for prompt and decisive action by the voice of the sergeant saying in tones of authority--
"Portsmouth--third--two--single."
"That's the way to go it, lobster!" remarked a shabby man, next in the line behind Miles.
The grave sergeant paid no more regard to this remark than if it had been the squeak of a mouse.
"Now, then, sir, your carridge stops the way. 'Eave a'ead. Shall I 'elp you?" said the shabby man.
Thus admonished, Miles, scarce knowing what he said, repeated the sergeant's words--
"Portsmouth--third--two--single."
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| BN ID: | 2940162006565 |
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| Publisher: | Dons Ebooks |
| Publication date: | 07/15/2018 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 237 KB |
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