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Updated: June 16, 2025
By the American troops he was lovingly called "Old Put." On his tombstone was inscribed: "He dared to lead where any dared to follow." As the British entered the city by the old Recollet Monastery gate, the French retired to la Citadelle, a strong wood block house at the other end of the town.
But Monkey, too, seemed flushed with victory, rolling along her rotundity ever suggested rolling rather than the taking of actual steps as if she led a prisoner. 'Don't bother your cousin, children, their father's voice was heard again faintly in the distance. Then the big shoulder of La Citadelle hid him from view and hearing.
Some one whistled softly. They ought to have been in bed an hour ago. It was ten o'clock, and Gygi was sounding the couvre feu from the old church tower. They put the fire out and walked home arm in arm, separating with hushed good-nights in the courtyard of the Citadelle.
Minks saw the big humped shoulders of La Citadelle, the tapering church spire, the trees in the orchard of the Pension. Cudrefin, smoking a cigar at the door of his grocery shop, recognised them and waved his hand. A moment later Gygi lifted his peaked hat and called 'bon soir, bonne nuit, just as though Rogers had never gone away at all.
On his return to Havre, the First Consul held a review on the Place de la Citadelle, and visited the artillery barracks, after which he received, until the evening, a large number of public dignitaries and merchants; and the next day, at six o'clock in the morning, we set out for Dieppe. When we arrived at Fecamp, the town presented an extremely singular spectacle.
Sympathy must find an outlet; thoughts are bound to settle somewhere. And the gatherers all sang softly 'Collect for others, never mind yourself! Some of it, too, shot out by secret ways in the enormous roof. The children recognised the exit of the separate brilliant stream they had encountered in the sky the one especially that went to the room of pain and sickness in La Citadelle.
'I'm afraid we've spoilt them rather 'But not at all, he murmured, still confused. 'They're only a little loose er lively, I mean. That's how they should be. And outside all heard their laughing voices dying down the street as they raced along to the Citadelle for bed. It was Monkey's duty to see her brother safely in.
He roamed again among the star fields above the Bourcelles woods. It was true he had not really left Bourcelles. His body was bumping into Dijon, but the important part of him thought, emotion, love lingered with the children, hovered above the Citadelle, floated through the dusky, scented forests. And the haunting picture was ever set in its framework of old burning stars.
And, while every one knew that a title and large estates were a not impossible future for the famille anglaise, it made no slightest difference in the treatment of them, and indeed hardly lent them the flavour of a faintest cachet. They were the English family in La Citadelle, and that was all there was about it.
Thoughts were the fairies that the world believed in when it was younger, simpler, less involved in separation; and the golden Fairyland recovered in this story was the Fairyland of lovely thinking.... In this little lamp-lit room of the Citadelle, the two listeners were conscious of this giant, delicate network that captured every flying thought and carried it streaming through the world.
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