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It was a mighty grand affair, this ball of the Royal Irish Artillery. General Chattesworth had arrived that morning, just in time to preside over the hospitalities - he could not contribute much to the dancing - and his advent, still a little lame, but looking, as his friends told him, ten years younger for his snug little fit of the gout at Buxton
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