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It was there Prince Andrew thought the fight would concentrate.
" There we shall encounter difficulties, and there," thought he, "I shall be sent with a brigade or division, and there, standard in hand, I shall go forward and break whatever is in front of me.
" He could not look calmly at the standards of the passing battalions.
Seeing them he kept thinking, "That may be the very standard with which I shall lead the army.
" In the morning all that was left of the night mist on the heights was a hoar frost now turning to dew, but in the valleys it still lay like a milk-white sea.

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