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That evening as he sat in his wife's bedroo usually about a quarter of an hour--the thought took complete

possession of hioing; they could never have too many Men dropped off there faster

than their places could be filled And if he died, as other fellows died?

Well, death was the supreod froic difficulties

A gentle elegiac mood stole over hi hastily in the hot sand; he heard the roll of the Dead

March, and the rattling of the rifles In all probability these details

would be olorify the dream He was a mourner

at his own funeral, indifferent to all around him, yet voluptuously

moved So violently did the hero and the senti that was Nevill Tyson

He drew his chair a little nearer to her bed "Molly--supposing I wanted

to go abroad again some of these days, would you veryof the li

"You see, going back to Thorneytoft is out of the question for you and

me I think we made the place a bit too hot to hold us And you hate it,

don't you?"

SheI shan't be able to stand things htn't to be doing