Men, Women and Guns. H. C. McNeile

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       H. C. McNeile

      Men, Women and Guns

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066220891

       PROLOGUE

       PROLOGUE

       PART ONE

       PART ONE

       CHAPTER I

       THE MOTOR-GUN

       CHAPTER II

       PRIVATE MEYRICK—COMPANY IDIOT

       CHAPTER III

       SPUD TREVOR OF THE RED HUSSARS

       CHAPTER IV

       THE FATAL SECOND

       CHAPTER V

       JIM BRENT'S V.C.

       CHAPTER VI

       RETRIBUTION

       CHAPTER VII

       THE DEATH GRIP

       CHAPTER VIII

       JAMES HENRY

       PART TWO

       THE LAND OF TOPSY TURVY

       PART TWO

       THE LAND OF TOPSY TURVY

       CHAPTER I

       THE GREY HOUSE

       CHAPTER II

       THE WOMEN AND—THE MEN

       CHAPTER III

       THE WOMAN AND THE MAN

       CHAPTER IV

       "THE REGIMENT"

       CHAPTER V

       THE CONTRAST

       CHAPTER VI

       BLACK, WHITE, AND—GREY

       CHAPTER VII

       ARCHIE AND OTHERS

       CHAPTER VIII

       ON THE STAFF

       CHAPTER IX

       NO ANSWER

       CHAPTER X

       THE MADNESS

       CHAPTER XI

       THE GREY HOUSE AGAIN

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

      Two days ago a dear old aunt of mine asked me to describe to her what shrapnel was like.

      "What does it feel like to be shelled?" she demanded. "Explain it to me."

      Under the influence of my deceased uncle's most excellent port I did so. Soothed and in that expansive frame of mind induced by the old and bold, I drew her a picture—vivid, startling, wonderful. And when I had finished, the dear old lady looked at me.

      "Dreadful!" she murmured. "Did I ever tell you of the terrible experience I had on the front at Eastbourne, when my bath-chair attendant became inebriated and upset me?"

      Slowly and sorrowfully I finished the decanter—and went to bed.

      But seriously, my masters, it is a hard thing that my aunt asked of me. There are many things worse than shelling—the tea-party you find in progress on your arrival