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Jack is laughing over a letter written by one of the fellows in India; all are deep in their own correspondence. "They certainly must be a lively lot, if all one hears is true," says Geoffrey, with a suppressed yawn. "What a partisan you do make!" says Lady Rodney, with a faint laugh. "Perhaps after all we should consider Ireland the end and aim of all things. I dare say when you come back you will be more Irish than the Irish.".
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