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‘I’m a soldier, missie. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. ” “By God!” said Manning, making the most of the word, “I suppose it’s fate. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. One group at the door attracted Jack's attention, inasmuch as it was composed of several of his old acquaintances—Mr.
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