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he is a monolith. Geordie is an old soldier, but Old Charlie might have had a son older than Geordie. "You may be young," he seems to say, "but you never saw 186o. Live as long as you like, you never will have seen 1860."
Sometimes he comes into the little bar; says nothing, drinks nothing, does nothing-simply looks about him with an expression curiously compounded of bewilderment and ineffable dignity. It is then that the nonsense starts; not that there's any man in the place who would not defend Old Charlie with his life.
There is only one person to whom he talks. This is a little girl whom men call Star. She is the daughter of some old sergeant who lives beyond the camp. They call her Star because her mother, drenched in regimental matters, has embroidered the eight-pointed star of the Brigade upon the grubby yellow jersey which she invariably wears. She is a naughty little girl, sullen and intractable. Her face is fixed in a forbidding scowl. She got that from her father, a savage old N .C.O. She is not like other little girls. She is not interested in childish things; nor has she any of the budding womanliness which is common and proper to little girls. I believe that her real name is Jess, or Tess -anyway, it ends in "ess". She likes soldiers, but in no flippant or flirtatious way. She likes to contemplate them. When the long brown lines go out in column of route, she may always be seen standing still as a graven image by the roadside; not cheering, giving no sign of recognition-merely gravely watching. Her lower lip protrudes; her upper lip is compressed. Her brow is corrugated; there is a ferocious look in her

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