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Updated: June 18, 2025
A very faint mist of smoke hung before his face which had an extraordinary aspect as if the lower jaw had come unhinged. "Not missed!" he croaked hoarsely from the depths of a dry throat. This sinister sound loosened the spell which had fallen on General D'Hubert's senses.
Whether meant for that purpose or not, they found their way in less than four-and-twenty hours into Lieutenant D'Hubert's bedroom. In consequence, Lieutenant D'Hubert, sitting propped up with pillows, received the overtures made to him next day by the statement that the affair was of a nature which could not bear discussion.
Hearing it repeated, General D'Hubert's tender anticipations of a domestic future adorned with a woman's grace were traversed by the harsh regret of his warlike past, of that one long, intoxicating clash of arms, unique in the magnitude of its glory and disaster the marvellous work and the special possession of his own generation.
Their general quarters were established in that village over there, where the infernal clodhoppers damn their false, Royalist hearts! looked remarkably cross-eyed at three unassuming military men. For the present he should only ask for the name of General D'Hubert's friends. "What friends?" said the astonished General D'Hubert, completely off the track.
There was no possibility to guess the reason for it. And it must be said that General D'Hubert's turned-up feet looked thoroughly dead. General Feraud expanded his lungs for a stentorian shout to his seconds, but from what he felt to be an excessive scrupulousness, refrained for a while.
He began to enjoy the state of general wonder, and was pleased to add to it by assuming an attitude of moody reserve. The colonel of Lieutenant D'Hubert's regiment was a gray-haired, weather-beaten warrior who took a simple view of his responsibilities. "I can't" he thought to himself "let the best of my subalterns get damaged like this for nothing.
His name came up with some others; and hearing it repeated General D'Hubert's tender anticipations of a domestic future adorned by a woman's grace were traversed by the harsh regret of that warlike past, of that one long, intoxicating clash of arms, unique in the magnitude of its glory and disaster the marvellous work and the special possession of his own generation.
Lieutenant D'Hubert's face exhibited no conventional signs of gladness. He continued to walk the floor of the dusty bare room. "Take this chair, doctor," he mumbled. The doctor sat down. "This affair is variously appreciated in town and in the army. In fact the diversity of opinions is amusing." "Is it?" mumbled Lieutenant D'Hubert, tramping steadily from wall to wall.
I desire to be told plainly what it is all about. I demand, as your best friend, to know." The compelling power of authority, the softening influence of the kindness affected deeply a man just risen from a bed of sickness. Lieutenant D'Hubert's hand, which grasped the knob of a stick, trembled slightly.
"How did you come by that scratched face? Both sides, too and symmetrical. It's amusing." "Very!" snarled Lieut. D'Hubert. "And you will find his slashed arm amusing, too. It will keep both of you amused for quite a long time." The doctor was mystified and impressed by the brusque bitterness of Lieut. D'Hubert's tone.
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