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smoaking a pipe by the kitchen fire,—but said not a word good or bad to comfort the youth.—I thought it wrong added the corporal—I think so too said my uncle Toby.
When the lieutenant had taken his glass of sack and toast, he felt himself a little revived, and sent down into the kitchen, to let me know, that in about ten minutes he should be glad if I would step up stairs.—I believe, said the landlord, he is going to say his prayers,—for there was a book laid upon the chair by his bedside, and as I shut the door, I saw his son take up a cushion.———
I thought, said the curate, that you gentlemen of the army, Mr. Trim, never said your prayers at all.—I heard thepoor
