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‘
Is
this
house
called
the
Valiant
Soldier
,
Sir
?
’
asked
Nell
.
‘
I
thought
everybody
knew
that
,
’
replied
the
landlord
.
‘
Where
have
you
come
from
,
if
you
don
’
t
know
the
Valiant
Soldier
as
well
as
the
church
catechism
?
This
is
the
Valiant
Soldier
,
by
James
Groves
—
Jem
Groves
—
honest
Jem
Groves
,
as
is
a
man
of
unblemished
moral
character
,
and
has
a
good
dry
skittle
-
ground
.
If
any
man
has
got
anything
to
say
again
Jem
Groves
,
let
him
say
it
to
Jem
Groves
,
and
Jem
Groves
can
accommodate
him
with
a
customer
on
any
terms
from
four
pound
a
side
to
forty
.
With
these
words
,
the
speaker
tapped
himself
on
the
waistcoat
to
intimate
that
he
was
the
Jem
Groves
so
highly
eulogized
;
sparred
scientifically
at
a
counterfeit
Jem
Groves
,
who
was
sparring
at
society
in
general
from
a
black
frame
over
the
chimney
-
piece
;
and
,
applying
a
half
-
emptied
glass
of
spirits
and
water
to
his
lips
,
drank
Jem
Groves
’
s
health
.
The
night
being
warm
,
there
was
a
large
screen
drawn
across
the
room
,
for
a
barrier
against
the
heat
of
the
fire
.
It
seemed
as
if
somebody
on
the
other
side
of
this
screen
had
been
insinuating
doubts
of
Mr
Groves
’
s
prowess
,
and
had
thereby
given
rise
to
these
egotistical
expressions
,
for
Mr
Groves
wound
up
his
defiance
by
giving
a
loud
knock
upon
it
with
his
knuckles
and
pausing
for
a
reply
from
the
other
side
.
‘
There
an
’
t
many
men
,
’
said
Mr
Groves
,
no
answer
being
returned
,
‘
who
would
ventur
’
to
cross
Jem
Groves
under
his
own
roof
.
There
’
s
only
one
man
,
I
know
,
that
has
nerve
enough
for
that
,
and
that
man
’
s
not
a
hundred
mile
from
here
neither
.
But
he
’
s
worth
a
dozen
men
,
and
I
let
him
say
of
me
whatever
he
likes
in
consequence
—
he
knows
that
.
’
In
return
for
this
complimentary
address
,
a
very
gruff
hoarse
voice
bade
Mr
Groves
‘
hold
his
noise
and
light
a
candle
.
’
And
the
same
voice
remarked
that
the
same
gentleman
‘
needn
’
t
waste
his
breath
in
brag
,
for
most
people
knew
pretty
well
what
sort
of
stuff
he
was
made
of
.
’
‘
Nell
,
they
’
re
—
they
’
re
playing
cards
,
’
whispered
the
old
man
,
suddenly
interested
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
hear
them
?
’
‘
Look
sharp
with
that
candle
,
’
said
the
voice
;
‘
it
’
s
as
much
as
I
can
do
to
see
the
pips
on
the
cards
as
it
is
;
and
get
this
shutter
closed
as
quick
as
you
can
,
will
you
?
Your
beer
will
be
the
worse
for
to
-
night
’
s
thunder
I
expect
.
—
Game
!
Seven
-
and
-
sixpence
to
me
,
old
Isaac
.
Hand
over
.
’
‘
Do
you
hear
,
Nell
,
do
you
hear
them
?
’
whispered
the
old
man
again
,
with
increased
earnestness
,
as
the
money
chinked
upon
the
table
.
