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“You heard how I scolded Anatole for
abusing the Boches, but I can tell you that
I could have shot one of them myself, and I
am not a bloodthirsty man. Did Anatole
tell you? Well, I am glad he has kept his
word. I asked him not to tell it, as it would
only embitter our people still more. I have
read in the papers stories like this, but I
have tried not to believe them. I think I
had better tell it you, so that you may know
what the Boches are, or at least some of them.
“We found him lying under the willows
at the edge of the river; he had crawled
there to get water, I suppose. He was so
covered with blood and mud that it was
impossible to see anything of his uniform,
but he wore the Red Cross brassard on his
arm. I told Anatole he might be a doctor,
but I must say for the honour of our
profession that as I bent over his face I said to
myself that he was probably nothing of the
sort, not even an orderly, but that it might
be one of their usual devilish tricks to
deceive us. He was big and heavy of build,
with a round, close-cropped head; his face
was black with smoke, powder, and dirt;
he had very pale blue, almost white, angry
eyes, large ears, a thin, treacherous lip and
an enormous jaw—in fact, he looked the
brute he was. I admit that, helpless as he
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