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Sunday After the Battle

           Theysaidtheysaidyouhadgoneoffwiththeplate,Colonel"—themanaddedafterapause—"Oneoftheservantsisoffalready.AndSimpson,themanaswasverynoisyanddrunkindeed,saysnothingshallgooutofthehouseuntilhiswagesispaidup."

           TheaccountofthislittlerevolutioninMayFairastonishedandgavealittlegaietytoanotherwiseverytristeconversation.ThetwoofficerslaughedatRawdon’sdiscomfiture.

           "I’mgladthelittle’unisn’tathome,"Rawdonsaid,bitinghisnails."Yourememberhim,Mac,don’tyou,intheRidingSchool?Howhesatthekickertobesure!didn’the?"

           "Thathedid,oldboy,"saidthegood-naturedCaptain.

           LittleRawdonwasthensitting,oneoffiftygownboys,intheChapelofWhitefriarsSchool,thinking,notaboutthesermon,butaboutgoinghomenextSaturday,whenhisfatherwouldcertainlytiphimandperhapswouldtakehimtotheplay.

           "He’saregulartrump,thatboy,"thefatherwenton,stillmusingabouthisson."Isay,Mac,ifanythinggoeswrongifIdropIshouldlikeyoutotogoandseehim,youknow,andsaythatIwasveryfondofhim,andthat.Anddashitoldchap,givehimthesegoldsleeve-buttons:it’sallI’vegot."Hecoveredhisfacewithhisblackhands,overwhichthetearsrolledandmadefurrowsofwhite.Mr.Macmurdohadalsooccasiontotakeoffhissilknight-capandrubitacrosshiseyes

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