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Tell

 He opens the scullery door, and a sudden rush
of wind, as raw as raw,
brushes past him as he himself will brush
past the stacks of straw

that stood in earlier for Crow
or Comanche tepees hung with scalps
but tonight past muster, row upon row,
for the foothills of the Alps.
He opens the door of the peeling-shed just as one of the apple-peelers (one of almost a score of red-cheeked men who pare and core the red-cheeked apples for a few spare shillings) mutters something about "bloodshed" and the "peelers.
" The red-cheeked men put down their knives at one and the same moment.
All but his father, who somehow connives to close one eye as if taking aim or holding back a tear, and shoots him a glance he might take, as it whizzes past his ear, for a Crow, or a Comanche, lance hurled through the Tilley-lit gloom of the peeling-shed, when he hears what must be an apple split above his head.

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