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bayonets in a field near here, expecting to return, but the bayonets were ploughed up by a Scotsman. So the uncle’s spirit, having nothing else to guard, went back to France. Pass the marmalade. ”

“Chilly here, isn’t it?” I remarked nervously, looking over my shoulder.

I crawled outside. The moon was shining in a dim, sullen sort of way. Everything was ghostly now. The trees swayed gently near the shore. The waves crept up on the beach. And far off was the sound of some one digging, digging

“And so to bed, ” wrote Pepys, concluding his meticulous daily diary. That was only the beginning for us. At intervals we slept. Then the hunchback fought first with the Irish and then with the Scots. He cut logs for the church. He blew up the Polly. Then, he returned to the midnight shore-line and went on

digging, digging

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