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 "Grouchy unwarned, moreo'er, the English win, And mine is left to me— They buy, not borrow."—Hence did I begin To lead him treacherously.

By Joidoigne, near to east, as we ondrew, Dawn pierced the humid air; And eastward faced I with him, though I knew Never marched Grouchy there.

Near Ottignies we passed, across the Dyle (Lim'lette left far aside), And thence direct toward Pervez and Noville Through green grain, till he cried:

“I doubt thy conduct, man! no track is here I doubt thy gagèd word!" Thereat he scowled on me, and pranced me near, And pricked me with his sword.