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"I beg your pardon, sir; but I see, by the number on your cap, that we belong to the same regiment," said an officer with two bars on his shoulder-straps, as he halted in the aisle of the railroad-car, near where Lieutenant Thomas Somers was seated. "May I be permitted to inquire whom I have the honor of addressing?"
"Lieutenant Somers, of the -- -- th Massachusetts," replied the young gentleman addressed, as he politely touched his cap in return for the salutation of the other.