Denis Dent: A NovelHornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
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Denis Dent: A Novel
Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
Gold mines and mining -- Australia -- Ballarat (Vic.) -- Fiction
"It's Jewson," the boy's voice came blubbering down.
"What's happened to him?"
"The other snake was round him--and he doesn't move!"
CHAPTER XXV
BEAT OF DRUM
The imbroglio with Russia had at this time scarcely earned the name of
war. Half-hearted hostilities there had been for months; but a halting
diplomacy had not altogether abandoned its ineffectual functions, and
even at the latter end of April a hope was breathed from the highest
quarter that peace might still be restored between the contending
countries. Little as yet was heard of the Crimea, much less of its
invasion by the allies. But the Brigade of Guards was actually on its
way from Malta to Scutari.
The uncertainty in the official mind was exemplified in the case of
Captain Devenish, who, though unfeignedly eager to join his fortunate
battalion on the Bosphorus, was provisionally attached to one of those
remaining at Wellington Barracks. It is true that he was ordered to hold
himself in readiness to embark at the shortest possible notice; but in
the constant society of disgusted officers, who consoled themselves with
the conviction that there would be no serious fighting after all, Ralph
soon absorbed their views, and began to look upon himself as a permanent
ornament to the streets of London and the lanes of Hertfordshire. It
was only in Hertfordshire itself that he affected a different feeling,
openly congratulating himself each week on his arrival, and seldom
departing without some half-hopeful and half-heartbroken hint that it
was very likely for the last time.
Not a week, in the beginning, without one of these visits; but erelong,
scarcely a day. The extravagant fellow would arrive in hansoms at all
hours, and go rattling back to barracks through the silent country in
the middle of the night. Often he would stay; his room was always ready
for him; but his goings and his comings were alike erratic, and that was
part of their charm. In the very beginning he was never without some
offering for Nan. She soon put a stop to that. The bustle and clatter
and high spirits which he still brought with him, these were enough for
the girl, who little dreamed of what nervous tension they were the
outward and reactionary sign. Yet such was the explanation of the
boisterous animation which so improved Devenish in her eyes, and it
dated from the time when his visits became more frequent and irregular.
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