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The words Camille had scratched with a pencil, and sent him from the edge of the grave, were few but striking. "A dead man takes you once more by the hand. My last thought, thank God, is France. For her sake and mine, Raynal. GO FOR GENERAL BONAPARTE. Tell him, from a dying soldier, the Rhine is a river to these generals, but to him a field of glory. He will lay out our lives, not waste them."
"Why should he refuse? The girl is not ugly nor old, and if she has done a folly, he was her partner in it." "But SUPPOSE he refuses?" Raynal ground his teeth. "Refuse? If he does, I'll run my sword through his carcass then and there, and the hussy shall go into a convent." The French army lay before a fortified place near the Rhine, which we will call Philipsburg.
Camille at last began to comprehend that Josephine had decided there should be no private interviews between her and him. Thus, not only the shadow of the absent Raynal stood between them, but her mother and sister in person, and worst of all, her own will. He called her a cold-blooded fiend in his rage. Then the thought of all her tenderness and goodness came to rebuke him.
"What is it?" asked the baroness confidentially of Rose, but without showing any very profound concern. "Mamma! mamma! she does not love him." "Love him? She would be no daughter of mine if she loved a man at sight. A modest woman loves her husband only." "But she scarcely knows Monsieur Raynal." "She knows more of him than I knew of your father when I married him.
"Ah, but my instructions! my instructions!" cried the military pedant, and ran off into the house, and left Josephine "planted there," as they say in France. Raynal demanded a private interview of the baroness so significantly and unceremoniously that Rose had no alternative but to retire, but not without a glance of defiance at the bear.
But death and thirst thirst, above all are victors. On the 6th, a few hours before the inevitable end, Marshal Joffre flashed his message to the heights in the first place, a message of thanks to troops and Commander for their "magnificent defence," in the next, making Commandant Raynal a Commander of the Legion of Honour. On the 7th a last heroic effort was made to relieve the fort.
"O commandant! this is kind to come and see your poor officer in purgatory." "Ah," cried Raynal, "you see I know what it is. I have been chained down by the arm, and the leg, and all: it is deadly tiresome." "Tiresome! it is it is oh, dear commandant, Heaven bless you for coming!" "Ta! ta! ta! I am come on my own business." "All the better. I have nothing to do; that is what kills me.
"No, love," was the reply; "I am scarce capable of a resolution; I am a mere thing that drifts." "Let me put it in other words, then. How will this end?" "I hardly know." "Do you mean to marry Monsieur Raynal, then? answer me that." "No; but I should not wonder if he were to marry ME." "But you said 'no." "Yes, I said 'no' once."
The whole Prussian lines had been abandoned since sunset, and, mounting cautiously on the ramparts, Raynal saw the town too was evacuated, and lights and other indications on a rising ground behind it convinced him that the Prussians were in full retreat, probably to effect that junction with other forces which the assault he had recommended would have rendered impossible.
The old man particularly disliked Voltaire, and also the "infidel" Diderot, although he had never read a word of their works. Reading was not in his line. Peter Andreich was not mistaken. Both Diderot and Voltaire really were in his son's head; and not they alone. Rousseau and Raynal and Helvetius also, and many other similar writers, were in his head; but in his head only.
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