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In Which Jos Takes Flight, and the War Is Brought to a Close

           O’Dowdwasreadingtheserviceinherbestvoice,thecannonofWaterloobegantoroar.

           WhenJosheardthatdreadfulsound,hemadeuphismindthathewouldbearthisperpetualrecurrenceofterrorsnolonger,andwouldflyatonce.Herushedintothesickman’sroom,whereourthreefriendshadpausedintheirprayers,andfurtherinterruptedthembyapassionateappealtoAmelia.

           "Ican’tstanditanymore,Emmy,"hesaid;‘Iwon’tstandit;andyoumustcomewithme.Ihaveboughtahorseforyounevermindatwhatpriceandyoumustdressandcomewithme,andridebehindIsidor."

           "Godforgiveme,Mr.Sedley,butyouarenobetterthanacoward,"Mrs.O’Dowdsaid,layingdownthebook.

           "Isaycome,Amelia,"thecivilianwenton;"nevermindwhatshesays;whyarewetostophereandbebutcheredbytheFrenchmen?"

           "Youforgettheth,myboy,"saidthelittleStubble,thewoundedhero,fromhisbed—"andandyouwon’tleaveme,willyou,Mrs.O’Dowd?"

           "No,mydearfellow,"saidshe,goingupandkissingtheboy."NoharmshallcometoyouwhileIstandby.Idon’tbudgetillIgetthewordfromMick.AprettyfigureI’dbe,wouldn’tI,stuckbehindthatchaponapillion?"

           Thisimagecausedtheyoungpatienttoburstoutlaughinginhisbed,andevenmadeAmeliasmile.

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