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These similes are poor ones, I'm afraid, but I find it
difficult to put my thoughts exactly into words.
These particular soldiers were most unhappy looking, all except the half
dozen Turcos among the Frenchmen. They spraddled their baggy white legs
and grinned comfortably, baring fine double rows of ivory in their brown
faces. The others mainly were droopy figures of misery and shame. By
reason of their hair, which they wore long and which now hung down in
their eyes, and by reason also of their ridiculous loose red trousers
and their long-tailed awkward blue coats, the Frenchmen showed
themselves especially unkempt and frowzy-looking. Almost to a man they
were dark, lean, slouchy fellows; they were from the south of France, we
judged. Certainly with a week's growth of black whiskers upon their
jaws they were fit now to play stage brigands without further make-up.
"Wot a bloomin', stinkin', rotten country!" came, two rows back from
where I stood, a Cockney voice uplifted to the leaky skies.


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