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Several times since that fateful Fourth of August he had said: "I sh'll 'ave to go."
And the farmer and his wife would look at him, he with a sort of amusement, she with a queer compassion in her heart, and one or the other would reply smiling: "That's all right, Tom, there's plenty Germans yet. Yu wait a bit."