The New Book of Martyrs by Georges Duhamel;Florence Simmonds
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himself. He blushes a little, and the muscles of his neck swell
with pride. He makes a sign with his eyes as if to say: "Yes, indeed, alone, all alone with the wagons." And meanwhile, the dressing has been nearly finished. The whole world must know that Marie stayed alone with the wagons. I intend to pin a report of this on the Government pension certificate. Carre was only under fire once, and was hit almost immediately. He is much annoyed at this, for he had a good stock of courage, and now he has to waste it within the walls of a hospital. He advanced through a huge beetroot field, and he ran with the others towards a fine white mist. All of a sudden, crack, he fell! His thigh was fractured. He fell among the thick leaves, on the waterlogged earth. Shortly afterwards his sergeant passed again, and said to him: "We are going back to our trench, they shall come and fetch you later." Carre merely said: "Put my haversack under my head." Evening was coming on; he prepared, gravely, to spend the night among the beetroots. And there he spent it, alone with a cold drizzling rain, meditating seriously until morning. |
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