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"REALLY and truly," said Paradis, my neighbor in the ranks, "believe me or not, I'm knocked out -- I've never before been so paid on a march as I have been with this one, this evening."
His feet were dragging, and his square shoulders bowed under the burden of the knapsack, whose height and big irregular outline seemed almost fantastic. Twice he tripped and stumbled.