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Mercifully the most of them were unconscious.
Even less heart have I to dwell on the return of the merrymakers: "But now, ye shepherd lasses, who shall lead Your wandering troops, or sing your virelays ?" Sure no forlorner procession ever passed down Troy river than this, awhile so jocund, mute now, irresponsive to the morning's smile, the cuckoo's blithe challenge from the cliff.

To the Major, seated in the stern sheets of the leading boat, no one dared to speak.
They supposed his pecuniary loss to be heavier than it actually was-- since the Dragoons had after all surprised but a portion of the cargo, and the leafy woods of Pentethy yet concealed many scores of tubs of _eau-de-vie_; but they knew that he brooded over no pecuniary loss.

He had been outraged, betrayed as a neighbour, as a military commander, and again as a father of his people; wounded in the house of his friends; scourged with ridicule in the very seat of his dignity.

Maidens, inconsolable for lovers snatched from them and now bound for Bodmin Gaol, hushed their sorrow and wiped their tears by stealth, abashed before those tragic eyes which, fixed on the river reach ahead, travelled beyond all petty private woe to meet the end of all things with a tearless stare.
So they returned, drew to the quays, and disembarked, unwitting yet of worse discoveries awaiting them.
In the hospital Gunner Sobey, having dived into bed, with great presence of mind fell asleep.