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A heavy old voice says: "Well said, my boy." It is Old Charlie.
Although he is neatly dressed in a blue tunic and trousers; although his boots have upon them a dye, or shine, such as only years can impart; and although he has an air of smartness, a dapper alertness, a prim elegance such as only Guardsmen acquire-turned out, though he is, with a calculated neatness, he somehow looks as ragged as a battle-tattered banner. There is that about him which suggests that he is deathless. He looks as if he might be some trophy over which nations have fought. Perhaps he is. He is one of the oldest of all the Coldstream Guards.
His forehead is something against which Time has sharpened its scythe : it is scored and creased and wrinkled beyond the aspect of flesh. Some strange fatality has saved him, throughout incalculable years, for some unknown destiny. He was born in 1860. Charles Dickens was a man-about-town when he was a boy. Once upon a time he was a child, and then he was devoted body and soul to an elder brother whose name-what a pig this Time is, that snuffles up everything!-he has almost forgotten. This brother, with the Foot Guards, went to a place called Russia on some fool's errand and came back with one leg and a thousand tales. Where is this brother? The worms know. But it was out of hero-worship for him that this old man joined the Guards, the Coldstream Guards. There was, in his mind, some bluish picture of smoke -some strange blurred scene-a haze, in the midst of which men in red struggled hand-to-hand with men in grey : some adolescent fantasy of Inkerman, where

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