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But before he had finished speaking, Prince Andrew, feeling tears

of shame and anger choking him, had already leapt from his horse

and run to the standard.

"Forward, lads!" he shouted in a voice piercing as a child's.

"Here it is!" thought he, seizing the staff of the standard and

hearing with pleasure the whistle of bullets evidently aimed at

him. Several soldiers fell.

"Hurrah!" shouted Prince Andrew, and, scarcely able to hold up

the heavy standard, he ran forward with full confidence that the

whole battalion would follow him.