Capitolo 71
We will sit on the fire and we will tell histories. Aunt is a hand master
to that, and Saul has reminiscences of the war that it is worth well
feeling if we can only find him/it for dirloro."
"Ah, was he there, was it?"
"Yes, all through him, and it is Greater Basset, although he clearly likes his
you call better. He splendidly fought and it had a lot of wounds, although only a
mere boy when he earned his/her scars and bars. I am very proud of him for
what", and Sophie looked as she threw a look to the photo of
a teen-ager in risen up uniform the place of honor on the tall one
mantel-piece.
"We have to mix him/it on and we have to feel these you remember martial. I want some new
accidents, and it will book everybody that I can find, if I am able."
Here Randal was interrupted by same Saul with that an entered
wood armful for the fire.
"Anything more than can I do for you cousin?" he asked, while observing the
scene with a rather anxious glance.
"Only comes and sits with us and talks on times of war with the Mr. Randal."
"When I have foddered the bovine livestock and done my domestic job I would be pleased to.
In that regiment is?" Asked Saul, bewaring down of his tall
height on the slender gentleman that shortly answered,--
"In anybody. I was to the foreign countries to the duration."
"Ill?"
"No, busy with a novel."
"Done take four years to write him/it?"
"I was forced to travel and to study before I could end him/it. These
things take more duration to work on that outsiders would believe."
"It seems to me our war it was a history more excellent than some in which you could find
Europe, and the better way of studying would be him/it to fight out against him. If You
wants heroes and heroins you would have found a lot 'the em there."
"I have without doubt of it, and it will be happy to make fine for mine to seem
neglect of them feeling on Your his/her own enterprises. Greater."
Randal hoped to turn gracefully the conversation, but Saul was not
taken being, and he/she left the room, while saying, with a glint of fun in his