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Updated: May 27, 2025
McElroy was at the water's very edge as the first canoe of the string curved gracefully in and cut slimly up to the landing. "Welcome, M'sieurs," called the factor of Fort de Seviere, using unconsciously the speech of the region, which had become his own in five years, "in to the right a bit, so! Well done!"
"Friends, M'sieurs?" called McElroy tardily, scarcely deeming such precaution necessary, yet giving the hail from force of habit. They looked for the most part Scottish, these men, save here and there among them one who might be anything of the motley that came across each year.
So we met at the station at midnight, and by the same train travelled Bindo and M'sieurs Blythe and Henderson. In the carriage he told me where the precious papers were in a small leathern hand-bag and this fact I whispered to Blythe when he brushed past me in the corridor.
"Oh, Mon Dieu!" she ejaculated, startled at the sudden apparition of two scarlet-coated figures standing motionless outside the door, "Oh, m'sieurs, 'ow you fright me!" and the expressive eyes under the white coif and the shoulders and supple hands of the French-Canadian Nursing-Sister made great play. Yorke saluted her with grave courtesy.
When we told them we meant to enter La Buissière they held up their soiled hands in protest. "There has been much fighting there," one said, "and many are dead, and more are dying. Also, the shooting still goes on; but what it means we do not know, because we dare not venture into the streets, which are full of Germans. Hark, m'sieurs!"
"Eheu!" she said softly, "'e is a ver' seeck man . . . but come then, m'sieurs, if you wish it!" Cautiously they tip-toed into the room behind her. Yes! They decided, he was a "seeck" man all right! So sick that he could not raise his flushed, hollow-cheeked young face from the pillow to salute his comrades with his customary impious bonhomie.
"An umbrella, m'sieur?" "A reading lamp?" "A warming-pan?" "A pair of gloves?" "A shower bath?" "A hand organ?" "What! m'sieurs, do you buy nothing this evening? Hol
He was the lone soldier we saw among the refugees all the others were civilians. Only one man in all the line hailed us. Speaking so low that we could scarcely catch his words, he said in broken English: "M'sieurs, the French are in Brussels, are they not?" "No," we told him. "The British, then they must be there by now?" "No; the British aren't there, either."
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