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EPILOGUE
ADIEU
How We Went Out of the Garden
The last word had hardly been uttered when the Youngster, who had been fidgeting, leaped to his feet.
"Hark!" he cried.
We all listened.
"Cannon," he yelled, and rushed out to the big gate, which he tore open, and dashed into the road.
There was no doubt of it. Off to the north we could all hear the dull far-off booming of artillery.