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As soon as he became convalescent, and all fears of his premature dissolution were at an end, Wild recommenced his rigorous treatment. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank. "But he can't be far off. ’ ‘They wear a uniform, do they not? They march and fight with swords and shoot with guns, no?’ ‘Well, yes, miss. She stepped into his arms. K-kimble, sir,’ stammered the lad. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats.
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