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with his rather comical exaggeration of accent. "And Blear-eyed Bill wants us to go on beating the Boche. I insist on a house with a good piano—German for choice."
They went off on their quest, and I to my billet, which had been found by the Major of ours, where I wrote the story of how we entered Lille, on a typewriter with a twisted ribbon which would not write quickly enough all I wanted to tell the world about a day of history.
