“DASHED THEM ON THE GROUND!”
“Yes—it’s just like girls—always bothering about things that don’t concern them. You’re always meddling with everything, and spoiling other people’s things!”
“Oh, Con! don’t be so angry! I only just wanted to look! And, just see,—I’ve been cleaning up this dirty little brass plate that was inside. I’ve made it look quite nice—and there’s some writing on it.”
At the same time she thrust the now glittering brass plate into my hands.
I looked at it.
Everything seemed to turn round with me. Everything was black. I could see nothing but the glittering yellow plate, and the name engraved on it:—
KEES VAN ASSEN,
1813.
I dropped the brass plate, seized the bones and the bullets out of the box, and dashed them on the ground.