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āđāļ§āđāļ 777 āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ "By taking the bull by the horns in good season, I am confident we can prevent this mischief." "How high is the grass in the streets of New York, Christy?" asked the colonel, with a twinkle of the eye, and a smile. "Make the course south-west, Mr. Flint," said the commander, as soon as the vessel was ready, and her screw was in motion. "What has broken now, mother?" asked the lieutenant, glancing from one to the other of the busy couple. "I don't say that I absolutely dislike it, for I mean to be happy in whatever place my duty may call me. The responsibility weighs heavy on me, and I should prefer to be in a subordinate position," replied Christy very seriously. "I can't sleep as I used to." "Who are you?" demanded the soldier.