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As a matter of fact, however, he is sailing serenely on. They have an annoying habit of doing that, these Boches. Zeppelins as well as the stationary kite balloons and the swiftly flying airplanes often tempted the fighting aviators to attack.
Undoubtedly this old man, who now at the close of his life was able to satisfy his hatred of the Germans of 1870, gloried in the triumph; but, apart from that, if he had tried to conclude a "Wilson peace," all the private citizens of France, great and small, would have risen against him, for they had been told for the last five years: Que les boches payeront tout.
One by one the customers got angry, and sent their washing elsewhere. Monsieur Madinier, Mademoiselle Remanjou, the Boches themselves had returned to Madame Fauconnier, where they could count on great punctuality. One ends by getting tired of asking for a pair of stockings for three weeks straight, and of putting on shirts with grease stains dating from the previous Sunday.
"Oh But what can I say? I don't know anything. I don't believe Tom Cameron would be tricky not a bit. And as for selling out to the Boches " "What do you mean?" almost shrieked the girl. "Are you crazy, Charlie Bragg?" "There you go," he grumbled. "I told you I didn't know anything for sure. But I heard some gossip." "About Tom?" "I didn't know it was about Tom. And I don't know now.
"I think he will . Having tried every other way and failed, he will let us you and me in private but me in public, decide upon the way we'd prefer. Both of us have been over the ground. We know how far we have to go. I also know about what the Boches have got behind those balloons. It was only a few miles from there that we you and me got that Taube and the German aviator.
Don't they know the Boches would rather bomb a hospital than eat wienerwurst for lunch? And then as soon as the place became really safe, off they go; but where?" "Say, Buck, you make me tired! Hush up! I guess we'll meet up with them some day soon. If we don't what's the odds?" "And their daddy so this blessed old mollycoddle says owns real United States railroads. Makes me sick! But say, Lafe!
Now they have gone even further and are compiling a photographic record of all known graves so that relatives, writing to the Commission, can secure not only a verbal description but an actual photograph of the loved one's grave. I went back and began to plan ways and means of "getting" Charlie's ten boches, but a day or two later something happened to alter my scheme to a certain extent.
Then Gervaise started as if waking from a dream and hurried away calling out good-night to everyone. On the morrow, the Boches saw her start off at twelve, the same as on the two previous days. They wished her a pleasant afternoon. That day the corridor at Sainte-Anne positively shook with Coupeau's yells and kicks. She had not left the stairs when she heard him yelling: "What a lot of bugs!
The man sat upright, his eyes wide open, watching them sleeping with a kind of impotent despair. They were together; and yet they were not together. He had recovered them; nevertheless, he had not recovered them. Those Boches, the devils, they had kept something; they had only sent their bodies back.
Beyond they could only see ruddy shadows and the huge curtained bed with its red coverlet. The Frenchman, somewhere in the dark of the room, said something several times. "Avions boches...ss-t!" They were quiet. Above them they heard the snoring of aeroplane motors, rising and falling like the buzzing of a fly against a window pane. They all looked at each other curiously.
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