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A nephew of hers, after receiving some learning at her ladyship's expence, got a commission, and fell upon the field of Waterloo; another is still at her heels, as a sort of jackall to fetch and carry when required.

The soldiers were instructed to take out the enemy base by any means necessary.

He would always sniff for the telltale odor of kerosene, which the residents might have used for starting fires in their stoves — Edwin was death against it because of the hazard to the whole village.