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4380	Barbusse, Henri	Under Fire: The Story of a Squad			.txt	text/plain	116288	7954	89	all round me; he sees me, nods, and says--"Another night gone, old "Tiens, old man," says Tulacque, as he comes up. Lamuse's eyes are wet, his face like a nosegay, his heart full. This man goes with little steps, and holds his pickax up in front like "We are not soldiers," says big Lamuse, "we're men." Though the evening taken away by a shell," says Marchal, "cut off like a razor. same dark yellowish stains as his face--looks like a bundle of dirty Though still ourselves, we look like strange old men. man--like a fish in a bowl, it looks--a face curiously flat, and lined "Tell me, little one, come here a bit," says Cocon, taking the boy "After all," says Volpatte, "it is pretty much like that you know!" like the rest of 'em," says Volpatte, looking at the darkening sky. "Yes," says Paradis, "let them stop too, if they like." There are four	./cache/4380.txt	./txt/4380.txt