But I gave myself up to it; it was an antidote to any pain, and I had more pains than one. One was clasping about his ribs a torn flannel waistcoat, another complained monotonously as his beard stuck in the tufted weeds. The boys were all there, kneeling in their places. He had been left, by the death of their parents in India, guardian to a small nephew and a small niece, children of a younger, a military brother, whom he had lost two years before.
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