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 1      I,  X    |    death of Norman. The brave fellow had been beloved by all,
 2      I,  X    |  beats high when I think that fellow countrymen of my own-Englishmen-are
 3      I,  XX   |     in fact.”~“Well, my brave fellow,” said the Lieutenant, “
 4      I,  XX   |   hand, well knowing the poor fellow’s devotion.~We might fancy
 5      I,  XXI  | Mac-Nab accompanied the brave fellow through the kitchen, where
 6      I,  XXIII|  troop, although the faithful fellow would rather not have been
 7     II,  IV   |     very great pity, my brave fellow,” said Mrs Barnett, pressing
 8     II,  V    |     uneasy about it, my brave fellow, but leave the trap alone
 9     II,  XIV  |       reduced the poor little fellow to a sad state. His mother
10     II,  XXIII|   What, ma’am?”~“No, my brave fellow, I am not ready; but to-morrow,
11     II,  XXIII|   back to his comrades.~“Poor fellow.” murmured Mrs Barnett; “