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‘“We stood in line, and like hedgehogs the Russians rolled under us thick. They frightened me there.”—He’s no coward; for when, Miss, they came at the quick, The sight, he swears, was a breakfast.—“My stomach felt tight: in a glimpse I saw you snoring at home with the dear cuddled-up little imps. And then like the winter brickfields at midnight, hot fire lengthened out. Our fellows were just leashed bloodhounds: no heart of the lot faced about.