It was the retreat! Desnoyers ran to the edge of the road to be more convinced of the truth.
Alas, they were regiments such as he had seen leaving the stations of Paris.

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But with what a very different aspect! The blue cloaks were now ragged and yellowing garments, the trousers faded to the color of a half-baked brick, the shoes great cakes of mud.