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Will you have some more broth, Mr.Berkley ?" Before he could answer the door opened and a red zouave came in, carrying his rifle and knapsack.
"Mother," he said in an awed voice, "Jimmy Lent is dead!" "What!" He looked stupidly around the room, resting his eyes on Letty and Berkley, then dropped heavily onto a chair.
"Jim's dead," he repeated vacantly.

"He only arrived here yesterday--transferred from his militia to McDunn's battery.