E. R. Punshon

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E. R. Punshon,  A Telescopic Wooing (1915)

“ For the dancer was a boy, a butcher's boy in a long blue smock, a fat and chubby boy, a boy with freckles and a snub nose, about fourteen or fifteen years old, perhaps, and his dancing was like unto the gambolling of a merry calf or a two-months-old Newfoundland puppy.
No, I didn't laugh. I didn't even feel inclined to. The situation was too awful and Tommy's face too tragic.
The boy danced solemnly on—capered, I should say. I stole a glance at Tommy, and quickly looked away again. There are some sights not meant for human eyes to rest on.
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E. R. Punshon,  A Telescopic Wooing (1915)

“ However, all things end in due course, and, when a century or two had elapsed, we saw the red handkerchief displayed. We got up, and Tommy flew and I hobbled—I was stiff with cold, and cramp, and misery, and I had sworn to myself never to go near a wounded subaltern again—up the path to the hill-top I had been shown the night before. It took us to a vantage spot behind some trees, and from them we could see plainly the level glade where the unknown was used to dance in the dawn. ”
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E. R. Punshon,  A Telescopic Wooing (1915)

“ So off I went, and, Blazer, I found her. You see, it was just her little trick to put us off. The boy was a butcher's boy from Rovermouth, and she gave him a shilling to go and jump about there. She was hiding behind a tree on the right, to watch how we looked. That's where she was when I spotted her. Blazer, she is ten times more beautiful and ten thousand times more wonderful than I ever dreamed!"
"But how," I said faintly, for already I was beginning to suspect the truth, "how—and her sister?"
"She hasn't a sister," he said simply.
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