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Portrait of John Galsworthy John Galsworthy From The Four Winds — 'Tally-ho'… (1897)

This was enough to damp the spirits of a hero. Tally Ho entered the park with a momentarily dejected step, and wandered on to the bridge; but there his dejection ceased, for below him, swimming' in circles, in semi-circles, in parabolas, in zig-zags, were ducks—ducks more sleek and beautiful than any he had ever beheld, and fat—words could not describe the nature of their fatness. Tally Ho sank on his knees, stuck his head through the girders, and gazed. His affections particularly rivetted themselves on two small bronze-green ducks taking first lessons in diving from an attentive parent.
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Portrait of John Galsworthy John Galsworthy From The Four Winds — 'Tally-ho'… (1897)

The train emerged into the light, and pulled up again in the open space just eastward of St James's Park Station. Kotah Lal snored peacefully.
'My's velly good not to wakle him,' mused Tally Ho, as he slid out of the carriage and bumped on his little seat to the ground. 'My will 'peak clossly to Blown—dis is a baddy tlain.'
He frowned as he picked himself up, and, shaking himself, took his grubby way almost under the train towards the engine. The engine-driver was looking ahead and turning on steam as Tally Ho caught him in profile.
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Portrait of John Galsworthy John Galsworthy From The Four Winds — 'Tally-ho'… (1897)

And mark my words, Morant,' he went on, flicking the ash off his cigar, 'when we're done for, and stacked with the majority, that tow-headed young budmâsh 'll be as great, ay, a greater soldier than either of us; we shan't know it—stacked, heh?—but the country will. One of us goes, but there's always another fellow ready to take his place, thank the Lord.'
'Eke oper eke,' muttered Tally Ho in his dreams.
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