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‘What do you say of these troops?’ ‘You see, we’re militia. “I shall be very glad to have you for a friend,” he said, “loving friend. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. I am far too much the gentleman.
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