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When Colonel Matthew Devon de Warrenne, V.C., D.S.O., of the Queen’s Own Bombay Lancers, pinned his Victoria Cross to the bosom of his dying wife’s night-dress he was not himself. He was beside himself with grief. Afterwards he adjured the sole witness of this impulsive and emotional act, Major John Decies, never to mention his damned theatrical folly to any living soul. For the one thing in heaven above that Colonel de Warrenne feared, was breach of good form and stereotyped convention. And the one thing he loved was the dying woman.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
When Colonel Matthew Devon de Warrenne, V.C., D.S.O., of the Queen’s Own Bombay Lancers, pinned his Victoria Cross to the bosom of his dying wife’s night-dress he was not himself. He was beside himself with grief. Afterwards he adjured the sole witness of this impulsive and emotional act, Major John Decies, never to mention his damned theatrical folly to any living soul. For the one thing in heaven above that Colonel de Warrenne feared, was breach of good form and stereotyped convention. And the one thing he loved was the dying woman.