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‘—An officer! ay, Miss Charlworth, he is, or he is so to be; You’ll own war isn’t such humbug: and Glory means something, you see. “But don’t say a word,” he continues, “against the brave French any more.” —That stopt me: we’ll now march together. I couldn’t read further before. That “brave French” I couldn’t stomach. He can’t see their cunning to get Us Britons to fight their battles, while best half the winnings they net!’