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“He had shot the Uhlan clean through
the head and the brain was all over his face.
Of course, Anatole was wrong to take the
law into his own hands, but surely the man
deserved his fate. I suppose he knew
that he was liable to be shot before any
court-martial for having been caught with
the Red Cross on his arm and a revolver in
his pocket, and that he thought that he
might just as well have a go at us before.”
“Are you certain he was not delirious?”
asked Dr. Martin.
“I wish I could believe that he was, but
I am sure he was as clear in his head as you
or I. He knew his business quite well; he
wanted us to raise him up in order to get
better aim at us.”
“It is an ugly story,” said the Doctor.
“I almost wish you had not told it to me.”
“The sooner you know the truth the
better for you,” said the Mayor. “The
truth is that these people are not the same
as we are; they are nothing but Huns and
barbarians.”
“I now know,” said the Doctor, “they are
not the same as we are. It has been more
difficult for me than for you to learn this
bitter lesson of the war; for me who have
lived in their country amongst righteous
men and kind-hearted women; who have
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