jingxing

@@@@@"Of all the tricks you've ever pulledMan, you're on my shit-list from now on He stepped out of the hole, and walked back to his blanketsHe could feel his hands still trembling Wilson was bewilderedHe kept thinking of how merry Croft had been that afternoon, and he couldn't understand his sudden rageWhat's there to get a man so fussed about? he wonderedHe chuckled to himself, and then remembered how Croft had shaken himAh don' care how long Ah know him, Wilson told himself, they ain't no call for him to handle me any ol' wayNext time he do somethin' like that, Ah'll give him a belt or twoHe broke off moodily, and looked out across the barbed wireThe bush had been sheared away at its roots, and he had a fine field of viewShoulda done that long ago, he told himselfHe was feeling very hurt by Croft's angerJus' a little ol' burst o' machine-gun fireAbruptly, he realized that the entire bivouac probably was awake now, and men everywhere were listening tenselyGoddam, Wilson sighed, Ah get in more trouble when Ah get drunkHe began to giggle to himself Next morning the squad returned to the bivouac of headquarters and headquarters companyThey had been away for seven days and eight nights The Time Machine: RED VALSEN THE WANDERING MINSTREL Everything about him was bony and knobbedHe was over six feet tall without weighing one hundred and fifty poundsIn silhouette his profile consisted almost entirely of a large blob of a nose and a long low-slung jaw, a combination which made his face seem boiled and angryHe had an expression of concentrated contempt but behind it his tired eyes, a rather painful blue, were quiet, marooned by themselves in a web of wrinkles and freckles The horizon is always clos