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Villemet's came first; and there, as they drove up, a perfect swarm of younger brothers and sisters came out to devour him; his old father and mother looking on behind with calmer but not less real delight.
They wanted to secure without hurting him; and they also wanted to save him from the after misery of having hurt, or perhaps killed, one of them. Bewildered by this, Villemet's hand yet sought his pistol, but Tournier grasped his wrist and held it as in a vice, saying, "Don't you know me, old friend?"
They halted and listened. It was only one horse, and they could distinguish the voice of the rider urging the poor beast along, with not very gentle thuds of a whip. "It is Villemet's voice," said Tournier: "and he evidently hears us coming." And now was the critical time.
Louder and articulate words came next; and delirium set in, lasting many weary hours. He was in France always in France. He spoke of his mother; was talking to her: called her by name. But he never once mentioned the name Elise. A tear came into Villemet's eye when he heard his poor friend express his joy at seeing his mother he thought of his own but he dashed it away. Why be ashamed, strong man?
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