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“No thank you. I just want to sleep.”
“All right. I see it is no good tempting
you with anything; you want to be left in
peace. You have deserved well of your
country, and do have another nap, as that
is what you want.”
* *
“Won’t you come and look at him,
Monsieur le Docteur?” said Josephine; “he
is so pale, and his hands are so cold.”
They knelt down on each side of a young
German soldier. His eyes were soft and light
blue; his hair was curly and very blond,
and the delicate moulding of his pale cheek
was almost girlish. He looked barely
eighteen.
“I am sure he is the same age as Jean,”
said Josephine. “I didn’t know the Germans
could look like this; he doesn’t look as if he
could do harm to anybody. I tried to give
him a little milk, but I fear he cannot
swallow,” said she. “Do speak to him in German.
I am sure he is conscious; he tried to say
something, but alas! I can’t understand his
language.”
A faint flush came to the boy’s white cheek
as he heard the first word in his own tongue
whispered in his ear.
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