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In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. After fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the flower of youthful enthusiasm! With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this phenomenon, he continued his patrol. This was the reason he had raised his little independent Company of Light Infantry and joined the West Kent Militia. Spurlock lay with his head on his arms, asleep. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. And in this fact lay his danger.
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