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On the 24th of July, Captain Khlopof in epaulets and cap -- a style of dress in which I had not seen him since my arrival in the Caucasus -- entered the low door of my earth-hut. [1]
"I'm just from the colonel's," he said in reply to my questioning look; "to-morrow our battalion is to move."