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The Tremendous Adventures of Major Brown |
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"For heaven's sake," he said, "don't mention jackals." Then he threw open the door, releasing a burst of red lamplight, and ran downstairs with a clatter. The Major stepped into a rich, glowing room, full of red copper, and peacock and purple hangings, hat in hand. He had the finest manners in the world, and, though mystified, was not in the least embarrassed to see that the only occupant was a lady, sitting by the window, looking out. "Madam," he said, bowing simply, "I am Major Brown." "Sit down," said the lady; but she did not turn her head. She was a graceful, green-clad figure, with fiery red hair and a flavour of Bedford Park. "You have come, I suppose," she said mournfully, "to tax me about the hateful title-deeds." "I have come, madam," he said, "to know what is the matter. To know why my name is written across your garden. Not amicably either." He spoke grimly, for the thing had hit him. It is impossible to describe the effect produced on the mind by that quiet and sunny garden scene, the frame for a stunning and brutal personality. The evening air was still, and the grass was golden in the place where the little flowers he studied cried to heaven for his blood. "You know I must not turn round," said the lady; "every afternoon till the stroke of six I must keep my face turned to the street." Some queer and unusual inspiration made the prosaic soldier resolute to accept these outrageous riddles without surprise. |
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