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Portrait of Oliver Onions Oliver Onions The Times' Red Cross Story Book… (1915)

To regulate his conduct at all by the sight of another man's wife was, of all dead-off things, the deadest.
Now Hullah, as the sentry knew, had no family; but when, the following spring, the apple trees put forth their pink, and the white clouds sailed high over Maychester, and the note of the cuckoo floated on the air, the cherub became moody and bashful and changed colour ten times in an hour. Thrushes and blackbirds flew back and forth from their nests; and Mollie, too, her figure dwarfed by his point of vantage, sunned herself in the garden.
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Portrait of Oliver Onions Oliver Onions The Times' Red Cross Story Book… (1915)

The July sun beat fiercely down on the grey walls, and the sentry's tunic was of a glaring bull's red. Not a breath moved the trees below, and the click of his heels sounded monotonously.
Within the shadow of the South Bar, where the steps wound down to the street, a frock-coated, square-built man of forty, with clipped whiskers and crafty eyes, watched the sentry approach. For the second time he cleared his throat and said "Tom!"
This time the sentry turned. "I ain't allowed to talk on duty," he said. The man within the shadow waited.
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Portrait of Oliver Onions Oliver Onions The Times' Red Cross Story Book… (1915)

Hullah murmured smoothly: "Ah, the same blunt-spoken, honest Tom that was at Peterson's! You remember Peterson's and the old days, Tom?"
"I'd let the old days drop if I was you. I thought you had done."
"So did I, Tom, so did I; but every breast has its troubles. You've heard the expression, Tom, that there is no cupboard without its skeleton?"
"Keep your cupboards and skeletons to yourself.... Does the new bathroom answer all right?"
"Nicely, Tom, I thank you.... Did you know Peterson was back in Maychester?"
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