The tallest man there,
however, was an exception. He was an Englishman, though not a Londoner.
"Candidate for the Life Guards," I remarked to him. "You've hit it,
mate," was his reply; "I've served my bit in that same, and the way
things are I'll be back at it before long."
For an hour we stood quietly in this packed courtyard. Then the men
began to grow restless. There was pushing and shoving forward, and a
mild hubbub of voices. Nothing rough, however, nor violent; merely the
restlessness of weary and hungry men. At this juncture forth came the
adjutant. I did not like him. His eyes were not good. There was
nothing of the lowly Galilean about him, but a great deal of the
centurion who said: "For I am a man in authority, having soldiers under
me; and I say to this man, Go, and he goeth; and to another, Come, and he
cometh; and to my servant, Do this, and he doeth it."
Well, he looked at us in just that way, and those nearest to him quailed.
Then he lifted his voice.
"Stop this 'ere, now, or I'll turn you the other wy an' march you out,
an' you'll get no breakfast."
I cannot convey by printed speech the insufferable way in which he said
this. He seemed to me to revel in that he was a man in authority, able
to say to half a thousand ragged wretches, "you may eat or go hungry, as
I elect.
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