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He has never opened his eyes and never
uttered a word since he came. He belongs
to the same battalion as my son and they are
great friends. Jean always goes to see him
when he has any time to spare; their farm
is only an hour from here. I always want
Jean to be with him, he is such a nice quiet
fellow; and he is such a wonderful gardener.
He is their only son,” said she, pointing
to the two old peasant-folk sitting beside
him. “I sent word to them that he was
here and they came yesterday. They have
been sitting here ever since. They do not
seem to understand how bad he is. I have
tried to make them see it and Monsieur le
Maire has told them that he is very
dangerously wounded, but it is quite useless,
they don’t seem to understand. Perhaps
you could tell them; maybe it will have more
effect if you say it.”
“Yes,” said the Doctor, looking
attentively at the soldier, “they had better be
told, it is high time. I have, alas! had to tell
the same thing so often, and, if you cannot,
I shall have to tell it again to these two.”
The old farmer in his long blouse, his big
horny hands leaning on his stick, sat looking
with dim eyes at his son. The old woman
in her neat white coiffe sat with her hands
crossed over the basket on her lap.
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