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"If I go to sleep," I said,--"you know how I dream. I shall have one of those dreams of mine to carry around in my memory for a year, like a bullet in my back." So there the dear fellow had sat all night to give me my hourly powders of reassurance that I could be a quartermaster's clerk without shame.

"Richard Thorndyke Smith! My dear boy," she cried, while the nieces gasped at each other with gestures and looks all the way between Terpsichore and Melpomene, and then the four cried in chorus, "We know your mother!"

"Well, say; maybe you'll tell us who this is we're about to meet up with."

"Cockerel, did you say?"

"No, sir."

The flap fell again and my panic was turned into a joy qualified only by a reduced esteem for my general as a judge of character.

"Yes." She stooped low under the interlacing boughs and plunged with me into the double darkness.

"Yes,"--she put away gaiety--"your orders are plain; and they're as cruel as they are plain!"

"Is she not! Isn't she the Mrs. Oliver--Charlotte Oliver--who is such friends--she and her husband, I mean, of course,--"

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