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She shook hands with both, wishing them bonne chance, and they strolled away. Doggie lingered. "You mustn't mind what McPhail says. He's only an old imbecile." "You have two comrades who love you. That is the principal thing." "I think they do, each in his way. As for Mo " "Mo?" She laughed. "He is delicious." "Well " said he reluctantly, after a pause, "good-bye, Jeanne." "Au revoir Dog-gie."
"Dog-gie." He had never dreamed that the hated appellation could sound so adorable. Well no one except his officers called him by any other name, and it came with a visible charm from her lips. It brought about the most fascinating flash of the tips of her white teeth. He laughed.
"If I shouldn't come back I mean if we were billeted somewhere else I should like to write to you." "Well Mademoiselle Bossière, chez Madame Morin, Frélus. That is the address." "And will you write too?" Without waiting for a reply, he scribbled what was necessary on a sheet torn from a notebook and gave it to her. Their hands met. "Au revoir, Jeanne." "Au revoir, Dog-gie.
It is absurdity. We are going to meet as soon as wounds and war will let me, and I am not your 'Cher Monsieur, but your 'Cher Dog-gie, and " "Here is a letter for you, brought by hand," said the nurse, bustling to his bedside. It was from Peggy. "Oh, lord!" said Doggie. Peggy was there. She had arrived from Durdlebury all alone, the night before, and was putting up at an hotel.
But at the first two words the leap seemed to be one in mid-air, and his heart went down, down, down like an aeroplane done in, and arrived with a hideous bump upon rocks. "Cher Monsieur" Cher Monsieur from Jeanne Jeanne who had called him "Dog-gie" in accents that had rendered adorable the once execrated syllables. Cher Monsieur!
And Jeanne stood in the courtyard in front of the kitchen door and helped with the filling of the tea-kettles, as though no little English soldier called "Dog-gie" had ever existed in the regiment. The first pale shaft of sunlight fell upon the kitchen side of the courtyard, and in it Jeanne stood illuminated.
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