Now his dark-brown hair was greying and falling out, and his ginger cavalry moustache, so proud and fierce a creature in days gone by, looked as though the rats had been at it […]
Casualties numbered in the 30s
Primeval Worſhip, Lord, retrieve, / For whoſe Decays the Faithful grieve, / For as thy Temple-Off'rings fall or riſe, / Hymnody chills or fires, Religion lives or dies.
short exhalations of breath
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