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“How many faces there wan waxt and white, whose fainting hearts the friendly life-blood cheerèd! For in dire danger Fear hath more of might— the fear of danger—than the danger fearèd: If not, it seemeth so; when rage of fight man’s sprite to quell or kill the foe hath stirrèd, it makes him all unheed how high the cost were loss of limb, or dear life rashly lost.