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“Courtesy, my boy,” he told his son. “That’s how they’ll remember you’re a noble, no matter what they think of the faith we keep. Yes, bend over backwards, if you must, but never let yourself be outdone in a generous nature, a fair mind, and good manners. Remember these three things, dear Ned, for no one can take them away from you. Leave the rest to God.”

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Book:All Ye That Pass By: Book 1: Gone for a Soldier
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