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"Sir Nicholas has sent me an invitation for the 19th," he says, presently, when the silence has become unendurable. "What is it?" she says, fearfully, and then, "Your coat is wet—I feel it. Oh Geoffrey, look at your shirt. It is blood!" Her tone is full of horror. "What have they done to you?" she says, pitifully. "You are hurt, wounded!" All day long, and often far into the night, these two sat on a near-by hill and wailed, and their mourning was sad..
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THE CAMP OF THE GHOSTS "Yes," returns he with a smile. "I am Nicholas." He ignores the formal title. "Geoffrey, I expect, spoke to you of me as 'old Nick;' he has never called me anything else since we were boys." His voice breaks: with a groan he sinks back again upon his pillow. "Mona, are you still there?" he says, with a return to consciousness: "did I dream, or did my father speak to me? How the night comes on!" He sighs wearily. "I am so tired,—so worn out: if I could only sleep!" he murmurs, faintly..
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