In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. Many of the soldiers dismounted, and called for drink. “I believe it is. I came here peaceably, and I only ask for a few words with you.
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