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For some time we walked along without speaking; the silence of the night, the fragrant air, the mellow light, were all soft and tranquillizing influences, and we sank each into his own reflections. "I looked at him, and I looked around me, and after a few seconds' pause I answered, 'Yes, Piccotin, I know it; it is a lovely spot.
"Quite true; perfectly true, Francois," said the major; "Piccotin did the thing with the most admirable temper and good-breeding." "That was the tone of Chalons when we were both boys," said François, proudly; "he and I were reared together." He finished a bumper of wine as he made this satisfactory explanation, and looked round at the company with the air of a conqueror.
"What became of Piccotin?" asked the major. "He left us at Lyons." "You never heard, then, what became of him?" "No. We knew he joined the chasseurs
"'Never was anything like it! cried he, in a rapture; 'look at the turf, smooth as velvet, and yet soft to the foot; see the trees, how they fall back to give the light admittance; and there, that little fountain, if one felt thirsty, eh! What say you? "'Agreed, said I, grasping him by both hands; 'for this once; once only, Piccotin. "'Only once, François; a few passes, and no more.
"Yes, I know it well," replied the major; "it's over the glacis, about a mile outside the barrier." "Just so; and there's a pleasant walk across the glacis to the gate. As Piccotin and I set out together on our way to the town, the night was calm and mild; a soft moonlight shed a silvery tint over every object, and left the stately poplars to throw a still longer shadow on the smooth grass.
"Piccotin saw me as quickly as I perceived him, and the minute after we were in each other's arms. 'Ah! mon cher! how many? said he to me, as soon as the first burst of enthusiasm had subsided. "'Only eighteen, said I, sadly; 'but two were Mamelukes of the Guard. "'Thou wert ever fortunate, François, he replied, wiping his eyes with emotion; 'I have never pinked any but Christians.
"Tonnerre de ciel!" cried the major, "a little devil like that is a perfect plague in a regiment. I remember we had a fellow called Piccotin " "Ah! Piccotin; poor Piccotin! We were foster-brothers," interrupted Francois; "we were both from Châlons-sur-Marne." "Egad! I 'd have sworn you were," rejoined the major. "One might have thought ye were twins."
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