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Chapter III

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“Not a patriot?” Fie! Did I whimper when Robert stood up with his gun And the hero-blood chafed in his forehead, the evening we heard of Bull Run? Pointing his finger at Harry, but turning his face to the wall, “There’s a staff growing up for your age, Mother,” said Robert, “if I am to fall.”

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