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The compassionate instincts that entered so largely into his nature revolted at it, and more than ten times already he had asked that question of those who approached him. "I gave orders to raise the white flag: tell me, why do they continue firing?" The aide-de-camp made answer in a voice so low that Delaherche failed to catch its purport.
Hence the enemy's batteries, disdainful of such small game, contemptuously pitched a shell at them from time to time, out of charity, as it were. Those batteries over across the river were objects of great interest to Delaherche.
Then, involuntarily, her unextinguishable smile returned to her lips. "Oh, horrible, indeed! and all those poor men that they are cutting and carving. I don't see how it is that I stay here without fainting." Mme. Delaherche had watched her son as he kissed the young woman's hair.
The frontier is behind us; let us kill as many of them as we can and cross it at a bound. Yesterday, yes, that is what I would have advised " At that moment his burning eyes lighted on Delaherche.
His blood boiled at the idea that the Prussians might come and plunder the house, for which he had toiled so long and which had as yet afforded him so little enjoyment. He heard a voice summoning him from the street. "I say, Weiss, are you awake?" He descended and found it was Delaherche, who had passed the night at his dyehouse, a large brick structure, next door to the accountant's abode.
The captain was very reserved in his behavior, however, manifesting nothing more than a pleasant recollection of hospitalities previously received in the house where he was visiting. They had no more than sat down at table than Delaherche, burning to relieve himself of the subject that filled his mind, commenced to relate his experiences of the day before. "You know I saw the Emperor at Baybel."
His pallor was greater even than it had been before; his poor, pinched, wan face, on which were still visible traces of the rouge that had been applied that morning, bore witness to his anguish. At that moment a short, quick-motioned man in dust-soiled uniform, whom Delaherche recognized as General Lebrun, hurriedly crossed the corridor and pushed open the door, without waiting to be announced.
Edmond Lagarde, who, although he was twenty-three years old, would not have been taken for more than eighteen, had grown to man's estate in his father's little dry-goods shop at Passy; he was a sergeant in the 5th line regiment and had fought with great bravery throughout the campaign, so much so that he had been knocked over near the Minil gate about five o'clock, when the battle was virtually ended, his left arm shattered by one of the last shots fired that day, and Delaherche, when the other wounded were removed from the improvised ambulance in the drying room, had good-naturedly received him as an inmate of his house.
And still the Prussian batteries continued to play upon the city, shells were falling upon the roofs and in the streets, houses were in flames; a woman had just been killed at the corner of the Rue Pont de Meuse and the Place Turenne. At the Sous-Prefecture Delaherche failed to find Rose at her usual station in the janitor's lodge.
"Are you coming?" asked Delaherche, who, notwithstanding his eager curiosity, was beginning to look pale in the face. "We shall be unable to get into the city if we remain here longer." "Yes, in one minute I will be with you." In spite of the danger that attended the movement he raised himself on tiptoe, possessed by an irresistible desire to see how things were shaping.
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