And so on that memorable day there appeared on the Prague streets a moving example of loyalty. An old woman pushing before her a bathchair, in which there sat a man in an army cap with a finely polished Imperial badge and waving his crutches. And in his buttonhole there shone the gay flowers of a recruit.
And this man, waving his crutches again and again, shouted out to the streets of Prague: "To Belgrade, to Belgrade!"
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