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the cold perspiration from his forehead. “I
did not know you were there.”
“I stood by your side at the window.”
“Did you . . . ?”
The two men looked at each other. The
priest’s face was livid. He bent his head
again towards the crucifix on the floor.
“Did you . . . ?”
“Yes—may God forgive me,” said the
priest.
* *
“The wind is rising,” said the Curé, looking
out through the open window; “the stars
are coming out; the night will be cold and
clear.”
“I am glad the stars are coming out, I
shall feel less lonely on the road,” said the
Doctor.
“Listen to the wind sweeping down from
the hills and rushing through the poplars
along the chaussée! It sounds like the voice
of a mighty river rolling on towards us.”
“Are you sure it is the wind? It sounds
like . . .”
They heard rapid footsteps on the grass, and
Anne’s voice called out under the window:
“They are off! The Boches are off!”
They rushed out and reached the porch in
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