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Three weeks have glided by; another day and Jean will be obliged to leave with his regiment for the artillery practice. He will lead the life of a soldier. Ten days' march on the highroad going and returning, and ten days in the camp at Cercottes in the forest of Orleans. The regiment will return to Souvigny on the 10th of August. Jean is no longer tranquil; Jean is no longer happy.
How pleased my brother-in-law will be to know you he knows you already, we have spoken of you in all our letters. I am sure you and Mr. Scott will get on extremely well together, he is so good. How long shall you stay away?" "Three weeks." "Three weeks in a camp?" "Yes, Miss Percival, in the camp of Cercottes." "In the middle of the forest of Orleans.
Alone at Cercottes, Jean had had time to reflect deeply, and that was the result of his reflections. He could not, he must not, be Bettina Percival's husband. The men dismounted at the barracks, Jean took leave of his Colonel, his comrades; all was over. He was free, he could go. But he did not go; he looked around him.
How pleased my brother-in-law will be to know you he knows you already, we have spoken of you in all our letters. I am sure you and Mr. Scott will get on extremely well together, he is so good. How long shall you stay away?" "Three weeks." "Three weeks in a camp?" "Yes, Miss Percival, in the camp of Cercottes." "In the middle of the forest of Orleans.
Three weeks have glided by; another day and Jean will be obliged to leave with his regiment for the artillery practice. He will lead the life of a soldier. Ten days' march on the highroad going and returning, and ten days in the camp at Cercottes in the forest of Orleans. The regiment will return to Souvigny on the 10th of August. Jean is no longer tranquil; Jean is no longer happy.
Alone at Cercottes, Jean had had time to reflect deeply, and that was the result of his reflections. He could not, he must not, be Bettina Percival's husband. The men dismounted at the barracks, Jean took leave of his Colonel, his comrades; all was over. He was free, he could go. But he did not go; he looked around him.
How pleased my brother-in-law will be to know you he knows you already, we have spoken of you in all our letters. I am sure you and Mr. Scott will get on extremely well together, he is so good. How long shall you stay away?" "Three weeks." "Three weeks in a camp?" "Yes, Miss Percival, in the camp of Cercottes." "In the middle of the forest of Orleans.
Three weeks have glided by; another day and Jean will be obliged to leave with his regiment for the artillery practice. He will lead the life of a soldier. Ten days' march on the highroad going and returning, and ten days in the camp at Cercottes in the forest of Orleans. The regiment will return to Souvigny on the 10th of August. Jean is no longer tranquil; Jean is no longer happy.
Alone at Cercottes, Jean had had time to reflect deeply, and that was the result of his reflections. He could not, he must not, be Bettina Percival's husband. The men dismounted at the barracks, Jean took leave of his Colonel, his comrades; all was over. He was free, he could go. But he did not go; he looked around him.
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