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Soldiers Three The Story of the Gad
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Contents THE GOD FROM THE MACHINE .
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‘Goose liver,’ I said, climbing
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she, poor innocint, lookin’ at hi
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must understand that afther this Sw
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‘Whin all was in the house again,
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who was travelling for pleasure.
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new man-of-war’s boat to pick up
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addled his brass i’ jute, an’ h
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Soa I tells Mulvaney an’ Ortheris
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all Rip’s markin’s on t’ back
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contractor said that if Mulvaney co
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’Twas on Chuseday week. I was beh
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‘“Thin take ut off again,” se
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me an’ thim we wore the draf’ o
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THE WRECK OF THE VISIGOTH [Footnote
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was the thought that we were close
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talk of fighting seems to wake up a
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her to cantonmint society. She had
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‘Then you know something that som
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‘“Not whoile I can stand,” he
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WITH THE MAIN GUARD Der jungere Uhl
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live; an’ Ah divn’t see thot th
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- Page 107 and 108: MRS. H. I wonder if you mean that.
- Page 109 and 110: MRS. H. (With a shudder.) Thank you
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- Page 113 and 114: CAPT. G. (Critically.) He doesn’t
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- Page 133 and 134: MRS. G. As far as you remember! Do
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MRS. G. (Still reading letter.) She
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well. I have learnt what misery mea
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DOCTOR. (Savagely.) Hsh, you little
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They won’t recognise. They say al
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CAPT. G. Never looked prettier in y
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CAPT. G. Won’t it tire you? Bette
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JUNIOR CHAPLAIN. (Who is not in the
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GADSBY JUNIOR, aged ten months, cra
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est of us all, backing out of it al
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G. Funk. That’s the long and the
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G. Isn’t it lovely? Isn’t it ro
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will be fluttering the dovecotes of
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feeble, aren’t dey, my Jack-in-de
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undles and the horse-boy. Moreover,
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silver? Come back with me to the No
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now gone hot-foot to Peshawur, and
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left; for—Alghias! Alghias!—the
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THE JUDGMENT OF DUNGARA See the pal
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The reports are silent here, becaus
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the like of whom Matui had never se
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‘It is the Judgment of Dungara!
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AT HOWLI THANA His own shoe, his ow
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lost, made haste to take the kid in
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an to her and rode: the black wrath
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gave him abuse. But Ram Dass went i
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call as witnesses—all men in my d
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him by the heels from the well-beam
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you, Sahib, take a pen and write cl
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ing it down in crashing avalanches
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come down and fly up again. But the
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But Janki still stumbled and crept
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draught-furnace at the bottom of Fi
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IN FLOOD TIME Tweed said tae Till:
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ten feet of water therein. It will
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After that news, I swam always with
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spent, and together we went down th
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as a father knows the voice of his
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tin box of opium pills. He told bet
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with its eyes barely opened and its
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into his ulster-pocket and finds a
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Some were white and some were tabby
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sand rupees in charity to the poor.
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and even break the great idol calle
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my losing, I cannot help hating a J
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of Infantry. In its prime it held t
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ack to him and, with it, the old ha
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garded in this light. But he forgot
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He turned down a side-street and le
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ear, with more heat than blank unbe
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hope that they might be allowed to
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Gate is new. Who pulled down the st
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So, at his own time, Khem Singh kno