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There were only three newcomers, and the arrival of recruits in the barrack square was an everyday spectacle; but something to gaze at was better than nothing at all. Men in fatigue uniform of spotless white, their waists wound round with wide blue sashes, came running up to see the sight, before _les bleus_ should be marched away and lose their value as objects of interest by donning soldier clothes. Max recalled the day of his début at West Point, a humble, modest
gpt
Pleb. This huge, gravelled courtyard, surrounded on three sides by tall, many-windowed barracks, and shut away from the Rue de Tlemcen by high iron railings, had no resemblance to the cadets' barracks of gray stone; but the emotions of the
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Pleb and of the recruit to the Legion were curiously alike. The same thought presented itself to the soldier that had wisely counselled the new cadet.
gpt
I must take it all as it comes, and keep my temper unless some one insults me. Then--well, I'll have to make myself respected now or never.