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I have, Rochambeau writes to Prince de Montbarey, the minister of war,
gpt
Officers, soldiers, ammunition, artillery, spare clothing for the troops, and even the printing-press go on board at last. Men and things are close-packed, but end by shaking down into place; all will go well, Rochambeau writes to the minister,
human
They have joined us yesterday, the general writes to the minister,
gpt
But there was really no place to put them.
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Those poor young men are interesting and in despair.