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CHAP. XI.
———" Now what can their two noddles be about?" cried my father - - &c.----
I dare say, said my mother, they are making fortifications———
———Not on Mrs. Wadman's premises! cried my father, stepping back———
I suppose not: quoth my mother.
I wish, said my father, raising his voice, the whole science of fortification at the devil, with all its trumpery of saps, mines, blinds, gabions, fausse-brays and cuvetts———
———They are foolish things———said my mother.
Now
