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"Those who went forth in brave array Return again at the close of day, With tattered banners that flaunted gay, And swords now broken that once could slay; Their march is sad and slow. / "Oh, sorrow for those who could not die, Who, lion-hearted, were forced to fly, And now for ever in chains must lie; For hark, there rises the terrible cry -- 'Woe to the vanquished, woe. "
When Mrs. Belswin received a letter from Mr. Dombrain asking her to call, she was considerably astonished, as she had thought her last interview with him would have pretty well resigned him to the loss of her society. But evidently he was now throwing down the gage of battle, so Mrs. Belswin, like an old war-horse at the sound of a trumpet, felt a certain exultation at the thought of the coming fight, and lost no time in assenting to the request of the solicitor.