"Was he a soldier?" "Was he a soldier?" "Yes." "Yes." "Did he get killed?" "Did he get killed?" "Yes, he was killed at the head of his regiment." "Yes, he was killed at the head of his regiment." "Oh!" "Oh!" I remember that, in my dreaming for months after that, I pictured a man resembling in turn Mr. Neville and Bauen at the head of a magnificent regiment, charging, killing, and behaving like one of those old heroes with whom I was familiar. I remember that, in my dreaming for months after that, I pictured a man resembling in turn Mr. Neville and Bauen at the head of a magnificent regiment, charging, killing, and behaving like one of those old heroes with whom I was familiar. But to return to my stepfather. He was a man of about fifty, very tall, and handsome, possessing the musical, low-pitched voice of the Americans from the more Southern States. But to return to my stepfather. He was a man of about fifty, very tall, and handsome, possessing the musical, low-pitched voice of the Americans from the more Southern States. At first his coming made little difference to me, I accepted his presence in much the same spirit as I accepted most things; Mr. Neville and my mother were there, so it must be all right. At first his coming made little difference to me, I accepted his presence in much the same spirit as I accepted most things; Mr. Neville
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