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HOME, SWEET HOME "It is Evelyn's."

"That's right, Davy, that's right," say Jon. "You're her soldier."

"I am her soldier," says Dave, as if he had no pride in it.

"Dave, I'm tired of war—very, very tired. I want to fish with you. Come!"

But his head fell over on Dave's breast, and Dave caught him in his arm, and so he died.