"Shall I never see that sweet face again,—never feel the pressure of those kind hands more—nor listen to that gentle voice! Ah! yes, we shall meet again in Heaven, where I shall speedily join you. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. “I shall come back, if at all, a new man. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. ‘I’m a soldier, missie.
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