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This is too fine." Peter laughed. He was thinking of what Lonegan had said on the night he came back from Berthe's door, after she had asked him not to come in.... "Peter, you're lying. I don't believe you'd let anybody see your fires not even how well you bank 'em." They seemed to require further talk from him. He did not want the two men, sorry they had drawn up their chairs.
Only the sound of Berthe's brisk footstep from the kitchen enabled me, forced me, to drop it, and to utter: 'What shall we have to eat, Soames? 'Il est souffrant, ce pauvre Monsieur Soames? asked Berthe. 'He's only tired. I asked her to get some wine Burgundy and whatever food might be ready. Soames sat crouched forward against the table, exactly as when last I had seen him.
It was at Chantebled, however, that Berthe's little Angeline was born; and on the day of the churching, the whole family assembled together there once more to glorify the great-grandfather and great-grandmother. "Ah! well," said Marianne gayly, as she stood beside the babe's cradle, "if the young ones fly away there are others born, and so the nest will never be empty."
Sabine shrank back into Berthe's little kitchen and signalled to her not to make known the hostess' presence but to let the gentlemen drive over the causeway bridge to the courtyard where they would be told by Nicholas that she was in the garden, and would probably be brought there to her by Madame Imogen who would have welcomed them.
Fallows placed his hands on Berthe's shoulders, looking down: "You make me think of a young woman I once knew," he said. "Not that you look like her but that you have the same zeal for something.... You are a very true daughter of your father " "You knew him?" she said huskily. "We all knew him we who dare to think we look ahead. When he died, his courage came to all of us. We were changed.
She was just entering the great towered gate of Héronac where resided the concierge, when she heard the whir of a motor approaching in the distance, and she hurriedly slipped inside old Berthe's parlor. She disliked dust and strangers, who, fortunately, very seldom came upon this unbeaten track.
Just as they were leaving the dining-room, Nicholas brought her a message from Père Anselme, to the effect that a very bad storm was coming up, and she must be sure to have the great iron shutters inside the lower dungeon windows securely closed. He had already told Berthe's son to take in the little boat.
"Some time again, dear friend we will work together. All is well with us " Abel seemed to smile; Poltneck gripped his hand, neither venturing to speak, nor did the moment require it, for they had all gone down to the gates of understanding together.... Berthe's hands were in his. Boylan had arisen. "Your escort is ready," the German said.
The girl blushed, a little uneasy at finding herself in such a mixed company, but Hogshead Geoffroy put every one at ease; he put his great hand under Berthe's chin and tilted her head back. "Don't you think she is pretty, this little sister of mine? She's the very spit of her brother!" There was a general roar of laughter.
He had become so identified with his new friends, in the past three whelming days, that he had forgotten for the moment the great difference in his position as an American correspondent and noncombatant from Berthe's and the others. Boylan had never forgotten. He had cursed his own slowness as a linguist, when Peter had taken the part of answering the German officer.
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