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A DIVERSITY OF CREATURES
We moved off just in time to be blocked by a regiment coming towards the station to entrain for London.
'Beg your pardon, sir,' said a sergeant in charge of the baggage, 'but would you mind backin' a bit till we get the waggons past?'
'Certainly,' I said. 'You don't happen to have a rocking-horse among your kit, do you?'
The rattle of our reverse drowned his answer, but I saw his eyes. One of them was blackish-green, about four days old.
