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A hundred steps farther the road made a sharp curve. The doctor turned, cast one long look at his wife and child-the last; he was never to see them again. On January 8, 1871, the mobiles of Souvigny attacked the village of Villersexel, occupied by the Prussians, who had barricaded themselves. The firing began. A mobile who marched in the front rank received a ball in the chest and fell.
A hundred steps farther the road made a sharp curve. The doctor turned, cast one long look at his wife and child-the last; he was never to see them again. On January 8, 1871, the mobiles of Souvigny attacked the village of Villersexel, occupied by the Prussians, who had barricaded themselves. The firing began. A mobile who marched in the front rank received a ball in the chest and fell.
THIS letter will be delivered to you by my child-the child of my adoption-my affection! Unblest with one natural friend, she merits a thousand. I send her to you innocent as an angel, and artless as purity itself; and I send you with her the heart of your friend, the only hope he has on earth, the subject of his tenderest thoughts, and the object of his latest cares.
A hundred steps farther the road made a sharp curve. The doctor turned, cast one long look at his wife and child-the last; he was never to see them again. On January 8, 1871, the mobiles of Souvigny attacked the village of Villersexel, occupied by the Prussians, who had barricaded themselves. The firing began. A mobile who marched in the front rank received a ball in the chest and fell.
"Mother," she said, after a moment of hesitation, "I must obey you." "It is the one way, my child-the one thing to do. Some one in prison calls perhaps; some one far away who loves you, and needs us, calls that we know. Tell me, am I not right? I ask you, where shall we go?" "To Virginia, mother." The girl's head dropped, and her eyes filled with tears.
"Mother," she said, after a moment of hesitation, "I must obey you." "It is the one way, my child-the one thing to do. Some one in prison calls perhaps; some one far away who loves you, and needs us, calls that we know. Tell me, am I not right? I ask you, where shall we go?" "To Virginia, mother." The girl's head dropped, and her eyes filled with tears.
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