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| Series: |
New York Weekly
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v. 22 no. 50
— page 4 |
| Subject / Tag: |
Sketch |
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New York Weekly, v. XXII, no. 50, October 31, 1867 (Issue) |
| Author: |
Dallas, Mary Kyle, 1830-1897
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| Date: |
October 31, 1867 |
| First Sentence: |
From the moment Owen Gilbert had dropped upon the field, with a miserable knowledge that he had fired his last shot at the enemy, while yet there was need of his right arm in his country's service, he had known nothing until he opened his eyes upon the white walls of a crowded hospital, lying weak as any child upon his pillow, and feeling perfect indifference to the past, the present, and the future. |
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