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THE TEMPERING

His eyes are like the eyes of a baby, they are so full of quiet wonder and clear innocence : his teeth might be milk-teeth. The merest draught stirs his fine-drawn golden hair. He weighs thirteen stone, is constructed like a Greek hero, spent seven years in a Highland regiment, and at thirty-odd made a living as an all-in wrestler under the pseudonym of "The Child Wonder". His voice is high-pitched and peculiarly flat and metallic, with the carrying-power of a cowbell. When annoyed he can trumpet like a bull elephant. He spends most of his spare time writing interminable letters to a girl in Middlesbrough : she'is a Baptist, and he is a Freethinker; his communications are oddly compounded of ardent love and passionate reasoning. He hates sentimental music. When he gets up in the morning he does handsprings, and sings at the top of his voice. Nobody has ever told him that he is tone-deaf. , Ball says :
" You talk about discipline and what not. Well, take a look at this." And he throws down a photograph. "Do you recognise me?"
We do and we don't. He is standing in a group. Seven or eight little men, dark little men, are leaning upon rifles. Ball towers over them, with his fair, shining face. He is carrying a rifle, also; but as the camera clicked he instinctively drew himself into a military attitude, and so stands, stiff as a poker, properly at ease. He is dressed in a kind of forage-cap, a shirt, and trousers. A blanket is rolled and slung about him. Fantastically, through his rags, there has burst the white fire of the good old British Regular Army. Everybody is covered with dust.

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