He tried to think what a big thought that must be; but he could only think of God. She had already got back her gaiety, and appeared to take this as an answer quite sufficient. That was what he had been in prison for and he remembered that one night Sergeant O'Neill had come to the house and had stood in the hall, talking in a low voice with his father and chewing nervously at the chinstrap of his cap. It is a record of singular variety and singular distinction.
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