He was far away
from all that now, like one on the first stage of a long journey,
with his eyes ahead.
Then one day he saw a familiar but yet strange figure striding
along the country road. Graham was map-sketching that day, and
the strange but familiar figure was almost on him when he looked
up. It was extremely military, and looked like a general at least.
Also it was very red in the face, and was clutching doggedly in
its teeth an old briar pipe. But what had appeared from the front
to be an ultra military figure on closer inspection turned out to
be a procession. Pulling back hard on a rope behind was the company
goat, Elinor.
The ultra-military figure paused by Graham's sketching-stool, and
said, "Young man, do you know where this creature belongs? I found
her trying to commit suicide on the rifle range - why, Graham!"
It was Doctor Haverford. He grew a trifle less military then, and
borrowed some pipe tobacco. He looked oddly younger, Graham thought,
and rather self-conscious of his uniform.
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