No More Learning

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"Not if I'm with you. Proceed gingerly. "

The roar of the streets filled Dick with nervous terror, and he clung to
Torpenhow's arm. "Fancy having to feel for a gutter with your foot! " he
said petulantly, as he turned into the Park. "Let's curse God and die. "

"Sentries are forbidden to pay unauthorised compliments. By Jove, there
are the Guards! "

Dick's figure straightened. "Let's get near 'em. Let's go in and look.
Let's get on the grass and run. I can smell the trees. "

"Mind the low railing. That's all right!
" Torpenhow kicked out a tuft
of grass with his heel. "Smell that," he said. "Isn't it good? " Dick
sniffed luxuriously. "Now pick up your feet and run. " They approached
as near to the regiment as was possible. The clank of bayonets being
unfixed made Dick's nostrils quiver.

"Let's get nearer. They're in column, aren't they? "

"Yes. How did you know? "

"Felt it. Oh, my men! --my beautiful men! " He edged forward as though he
could see. "I could draw those chaps once.