It came suddenly when it did come, it may be remembered. Every one knew it was coming, and yet--it was all so impossible, so incredible. I remember Clive Draycott looking foolishly at his recall telegram in the club--he had just come home on leave from Egypt--and then brandishing it in front of my nose. "My dear old boy," he remarked peevishly, "it's out of the question. I'm shooting on the 12th."…
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