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"There should be plenty to be done," said she. "There is the Army." "But unarmed, Fellowes, unarmed!" exclaimed the Admiral. "You won't want to see our papers, will ye?" It was the family Bible. She had placed it there after reading her son Anson his evening chapter. Slowly she mastered herself and sank back into her chair..
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