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Delaherche, somewhat relieved in mind by what he had heard and seen, remembered that it was a long time since he had tasted food and resolved to turn his steps homeward, but the terrific crowd that had collected since he first came made him pause in dismay.
She had not seen him come in. She darted toward him. "Is not my husband with you?" But Delaherche, who was just then replying to the fond questions of his wife and mother, was in no haste to answer. "Wait, wait a moment." And resuming his narrative: "Twenty times between Bazeilles and Balan I just missed being killed. It was a storm, a regular hurricane, of shot and shell!
But there was a deficient supply of basins. "You must have pails, pots, jars about the house something that will hold water. We can't work besmeared with blood all day, that's certain. And sponges, try to get me some sponges." Madame Delaherche hurried away and returned, followed by three women bearing a supply of the desired vessels.
"I was with Edmond and then and then Madame Delaherche came into the room and caught me " "Caught you! What do you mean?" "Yes, we were here in the room; he was holding me in his arms and kissing me " And clasping Henriette convulsively in her trembling arms she told her all. "Oh, my darling, don't judge me severely; I could not bear it!
And scarcely was he in the room when again was heard the Emperor's so oft-repeated question. "Why do they continue to fire, General, when I have given orders to hoist the white flag?" The aide-de-camp left the apartment, shutting the door behind him, and Delaherche never knew what was the General's answer. The vision had faded from his sight.
The capitulation must be signed by this time." The colonel raised himself at a bound to a sitting posture, notwithstanding his bandaged foot; he took his sword from the chair by the bedside where it lay and made an attempt to break it, but his hands trembled too violently, and the blade slipped from his fingers. "Look out! he will cut himself!" Delaherche cried in alarm.
Why should he lose a day? Men might fight, but none the less the corn would keep on growing; and folks must live. Up on his lofty terrace, whither he had betaken himself to watch how affairs were shaping, Delaherche at last became impatient and was seized with an uncontrollable desire for news.
She was silencing him, placing her hand upon his mouth, when Delaherche came into the room, beside himself with indignation.
His pallor was greater even than it had been before; his poor, pinched, wan face, on which were still visible traces of the rouge which 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.
It followed that when the enemy opened their fire no one was taken unprepared, and the French batteries, posted to the rear between Balan and Bazeilles, immediately commenced to answer, rather with the idea of showing they were awake than for any other purpose, for in the dense fog that enveloped everything the practice was of the wildest. "The dyehouse will be well defended," said Delaherche.
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