Sharpe:
Now will you take me to Wellington, or should I dig the bugger out myself?
Rawlinson:
Splendid! Splendid!
[Takes him to Wellington]
Wellington:
What's this nonsense i hear? You've turned swords to plowshares and become a farmer in France?... Suits you, this life?
Sharpe:
Aye. No buggers trying to shoot me, I'll live long days, so, aye, it suits me!
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