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" A PLACE CALLED WATEBLOO." 273
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was , I laughed till I was faint , and she bowing and saying , — _* ' Mais " But n _' what est ce was pas in bon it madame Mrs . L . ? ? " "
too It I r ecol s l onions ect wal and king a , p ple a s garden mixed , mis near s ! W Talkin aterloo g just of onions after
the , battl dand e , and forced seeing the where onions the and shots scattered had run them , along in the all
groun directions , . " up , wished We smiled the shots over had this confined novel their mode operations of gardening to the , vegetable and only
creation , though agreeing with Southey ' s old Kasper , — " It was a famous victory . "
"I never shall as I was forget what fond happened onShe one didn ni 't ght belong , miss to , to our a
poor woman , very . company , but we iment was together on the march a great ?" deal . I dare say you ' ve never seen a
and bagg No u Well see age , indeed to w , the aggons them reg , I soldiers had You and not know some goes . more first they , tak then soldiers e it the in to guns turn take , to and care do that then of them and the
. , just taken as very the ill last , so waggon bad it seemed was starting impossible , this to poor move woman her , was and
" A Place Called Watebloo." 273
" A PLACE CALLED WATEBLOO . " 273
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), June 1, 1864, page 273, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01061864/page/57/
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