atching the light from the brazier as the head leaned over, the lips of one of the two men on the floor were incredibly red and full and went on talking and talking . . .
The two men on the floor were Welsh miners, of whom the [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] one came from the Rhondda Valley and was unmarried; the other, from Pontardulais, had a wife [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] who kept a laundry, he having given up going underground just before the war. The two men a the table to the right of the door were sergeants-major; the one came from Suffolk and was a time-serving man of sixteen years’ seniority as a sergeant in a line regiment. The other was Canadian of English origin. The two officers at the other end of the hut were captains, the one a young regular officer born in Scotland but educated at Oxford; the other, nearly middle-aged [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] and heavy, came from Yorkshire, and was in a militia battalion. The one runner on the floor was filled with a passionate rage because the elder officer had refused him leave to go home and see why his wife, who had sold their laundry, had not yet received the purchase money from the buyer; the other was thinking about a cow. His girl, who worked on a mountainy farm above Caerphilly, had written to him about a queer cow: a black-and-white Holstein — surely to goodness a queer cow. The English sergeant-major was almost tearfully worried about the enforced lateness of the draft. It would be twelve midnight before they could march them off. It was not right to keep men hanging about like that. The men did not like to be kept waiting, hanging about. It made them [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] discontented. They did not [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] like it. He could not see why the depot quarter-master could not keep up his stock of candles for the hooded lamps. The men had no call to be kept waiting, hanging about. Soon they would have to be having some supper. Quarter would not like [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] that. He would grumble fair. Having to indent for suppers. Put his account out, fair, it would. Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-four suppers at a penny half-penny. But it was not right to keep the [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] men hanging ab
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