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           Hediedthedeathofahero,sir,fightingagainsttheCorsicantyrant."ColonelCrawleyblushedquitered."Iknewhimverywell,sir,"hesaid,"andhiswife,hisdearlittlewife,sirhowisshe?"

           "Sheismydaughter,sir,"saidtheoldgentleman,puttingdowntheboyandtakingoutacardwithgreatsolemnity,whichhehandedtotheColonel.Onitwritten

           "Mr.Sedley,SoleAgentfortheBlackDiamondandAnti-CinderCoalAssociation,Bunker’sWharf,ThamesStreet,andAnna-MariaCottages,FulhamRoadWest."

           LittleGeorgywentupandlookedattheShetlandpony.

           "Shouldyouliketohavearide?"saidRawdonminorfromthesaddle.

           "Yes,"saidGeorgy.TheColonel,whohadbeenlookingathimwithsomeinterest,tookupthechildandputhimontheponybehindRawdonminor.

           "Takeholdofhim,Georgy,"hesaid—"takemylittleboyroundthewaisthisnameisRawdon."Andboththechildrenbegantolaugh.

           "Youwon’tseeaprettierpairIthink,THISsummer’sday,sir,"saidthegood-naturedCorporal;andtheColonel,theCorporal,andoldMr.Sedleywithhisumbrella,walkedbythesideofthechildren.

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