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‘I’m a soldier, missie. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth. “I don’t care what any one thinks,” said Ann Veronica. “But a boy—a boy goes out into the world and presently stands on his own feet. Ann Veronica sat down in the other arm-chair and darned badly for a minute or so. He began to tell me something—and stopped. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. A town called Foster. ‘That’s right, you bone idle do-nothings. Tell me.
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