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some time Bunny lay in bed, ministered unto by his nurse and by Lady Alicia, and content to dream away his days in animal comfort. He had not the energy to repeat the gallant effort he had made under the excitement of meeting. He was neither lying on his stomach in the mud with his rifle against his cheek, nor marching wearily with blistered and burning feet, nor gasping for hours on his back under the shelter of a rock whither a comrade had dragged him, half delirious from the thirst of his gunshot wound, nor longing for death, a sentient agony, in the crowded field hospital, nor thrown painfully to and fro by the pitch of the steamer, while the vibration of the screw rattled his brain about. These things were over; what else might happen he did not care. Sufficient for
