" "But they are everything to me," cried Jack, stooping to pick them up. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. He and her father shook hands manfully. Hugging them, they crept stealthily around the house, Major Alderley leading, and wasting—so his captain acidly commented—a deal of time checking the windows and doors. " With this, he appeared to pluck up his courage, and stepped forward more boldly. He looked the boy over with interest. ‘All these soldiers,’ she complained, adding with a sweep of one arm at the major’s dress, ‘all of them in red as you.
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