So Monday, when I see one of the maids come out with a basket, for to go fetch summat for that other Frenchie—the female as I told you about, miss, as is forever coming and going with the nobs. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend. Abruptly would come the end. Answering him was agonizing. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. “It’s—private. ‘Troops?’ ‘Go, man,’ urged the major in an undervoice. "He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand.
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