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Rh And get them to cancel that order before it’s the dawn of day.

“Billy, old boy, I love you, I kiss your shiny black nose; Now, home there.… Hurry, you devil, or I’ll cut you to ribands.… See…” Poor brute! he’s off! and I’m dying.… I go as a soldier goes. I’m happy. My Boys, God bless ’em!… It had to be them or me.