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FORE:"Awful nice feller. I thought a heap of him. Thought more of him than any other man in the company. A nicer man you never knowed. Didn't drink, nor swear, nor play cards, nor chaw terbacker. Used to go to church every Sunday. Chaplain thought a heap of him. Used to call him his right bowerI mean his strong suitI mean his two pairace high. No, neither o' them's just the word the Chaplain used, but it was something just as good, but more Bible-like.""Can't think of it for a minute," said Shorty with great self-denial. "Don't speak so loud before these boys. They're recruits for the rijimint. We must take 'em into camp. We'll see you later."
FORE:"The room moves because it moves," he said, a little too quickly. "Because the masters tell it to move. What do you want to know for?""Demonstration be blamed," said Si, sinking upon a convenient rock. "I always did hate foolin'. Gracious, how tired I am."
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