Under Two Flags
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Ouida. Under Two Flags
AVIS AU LECTEUR
CHAPTER I “BEAUTY OF THE BRIGADES.”
CHAPTER II. THE LOOSE BOX, AND THE TABAGIE
CHAPTER III. THE SOLDIERS’ BLUE RIBBON
CHAPTER IV. LOVE A LA MODE
CHAPTER V. UNDER THE KEEPER’S TREE
CHAPTER VI. THE END OF A RINGING RUN
CHAPTER VII. AFTER A RICHMOND DINNER
CHAPTER VIII. A STAG HUNT AU CLAIR DE LA LUNE
CHAPTER IX. THE PAINTED BIT
CHAPTER X “PETITE REINE.”
CHAPTER XI. FOR A WOMAN’S SAKE
CHAPTER XII. THE KING’S LAST SERVICE
CHAPTER XIII. IN THE CAFE OF THE CHASSEURS
CHAPTER XIV “DE PROFUNDIS” BEFORE “PLUNGING.”
CHAPTER XV “L’AMIE DU DRAPEAU.”
CHAPTER XVI. CIGARETTE EN BACCHANTE
CHAPTER XVII. UNDER THE HOUSES OF HAIR
CHAPTER XVIII. CIGARETTE EN BIENFAITRICE
CHAPTER XIX. THE IVORY SQUADRONS
CHAPTER XX. CIGARETTE EN CONSEIL ET CACHETTE
CHAPTER XXI. CIGARETTE EN CONDOTTIERA
CHAPTER XXII. THE MISTRESS OF THE WHITE KING
CHAPTER XXIII. THE LITTLE LEOPARD OF FRANCE
CHAPTER XXIV “MILADY AUX BEAUX YEUX BLEUS.”
CHAPTER XXV “LE BON ZIG.”
CHAPTER XXVI. ZARAILA
CHAPTER XXVII. THE LOVE OF THE AMAZON
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE LEATHERN ZACKRIST
CHAPTER XXIX. BY THE BIVOUAC FIRE
CHAPTER XXX. SEUL AU MONDE
CHAPTER XXXI “JE VOUS ACHETE VOTRE VIE.”
CHAPTER XXXII “VENETIA.”
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE GIFT OF THE CROSS
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE DESERT HAWK AND THE PARADISE-BIRD
CHAPTER XXXV. ORDEAL BY FIRE
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE VENGEANCE OF THE LITTLE ONE
CHAPTER XXXVII. IN THE MIDST OF HER ARMY
CHAPTER THE LAST. AT REST
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“I don’t say but what he’s difficult to please with his Tops,” said Mr. Rake, factotum to the Hon. Bertie Cecil, of the 1st Life Guards, with that article of hunting toggery suspended in his right hand as he paused, before going upstairs, to deliver his opinions with characteristic weight and vivacity to the stud-groom, “he is uncommon particular about ‘em; and if his leathers aint as white as snow he’ll never touch ‘em, tho’ as soon as the pack come nigh him at Royallieu, the leathers might just as well never have been cleaned, them hounds jump about him so; old Champion’s at his saddle before you can say Davy Jones. Tops are trials, I aint denying that, specially when you’ve jacks, and moccasins, and moor boots, and Russia-leather crickets, and turf backs, and Hythe boots, and waterproofs, and all manner of varnish things for dress, that none of the boys will do right unless you look after ‘em yourself. But is it likely that he should know what a worry a Top’s complexion is, and how hard it is to come right with all the Fast Brown polishing in the world? How should he guess what a piece of work it is to get ‘em all of a color, and how like they are to come mottled, and how a’most sure they’ll ten to one go off dark just as they’re growing yellow, and put you to shame, let you do what you will to make ‘em cut a shine over the country? How should he know? I don’t complain of that; bless you, he never thinks. It’s ‘do this, Rake,’ ‘do that’; and he never remembers ‘tisn’t done by magic. But he’s a true gentleman, Mr. Cecil; never grudge a guinea, or a fiver to you; never out of temper either, always have a kind word for you if you want, thoro’bred every inch of him; see him bring down a rocketer, or lift his horse over the Broad Water! He’s a gentleman—not like your snobs that have nothing sound about ‘em but their cash, and swept out their shops before they bought their fine feathers!—and I’ll be d–d if I care what I do for him.”
With which peroration to his born enemy the stud-groom, with whom he waged a perpetual and most lively feud, Rake flourished the tops that had been under discussion, and triumphant, as he invariably was, ran up the back stairs of his master’s lodgings in Piccadilly, opposite the Green Park, and with a rap on the panels entered his master’s bedroom.
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The browned Indian-sunned face of the Lancer broke up into a cordial smile, and he shook the hand held out to him warmly; defeat and disappointment had cut him to the core, for Jimmy was the first riding man of the Light Cavalry; but he would not have been the frank campaigner that he was if he had not responded to the graceful and generous overture of his rival and conqueror.
“Oh, I can take a beating!” he said good-humoredly; “at any rate, I am beat by the Guards; and it is very little humiliation to lose against such riding as yours and such a magnificent brute as your King. I congratulate you most heartily, most sincerely.”
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