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You look quite ill, and you are shaking all
over.”
“Did you see how he stared at me? I
can’t get over those dead eyes!” said the
hunchback, his voice trembling with fear.
“Why don’t you go home for a couple of
hours’ sleep? There will be plenty to do
for us all to-morrow, and I can manage
quite well here with the two nuns.”
“I dare not go out in that black night,”
said Anatole; “for God’s sake let me stay
with you till it gets light, if it ever will. I
have, besides, nowhere to go to. Don’t you
know that my shop was knocked down by a
shell, and my wife was killed on the spot?”
“No, my poor Anatole, I did not know,
or I would not have told you to go home.
Of course you stay with me; I am very glad
to have you here. I don’t feel, either, as if I
wanted to be here alone.”
In order to distract Anatole from his
gloomy thoughts, the Doctor then began
to ask about the last days’ fighting around
the village. Anatole told him how the
battle had been raging all around them for
several days, how during a whole afternoon
shells had been falling over the village, how
though outnumbered by five to one a
battalion of their men had held the
bridge-head for the whole day.
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