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Honore continued, dropping the friendly thou of other days: "We were anxious about you, Silvine, on account of the Prussians being so near at hand."
He was thinking of naught save her, was wondering why he had not seen her yet, all the time watching himself that he might not let his father see his anxiety. At last his passion became too strong for him, however, and he asked in a tone as natural as he could command: "Is not Silvine with you any longer?" Fouchard gave his son a glance out of the corner of his eye, chuckling internally.
I don't mind the uhlans so much; they're not so bad, but it's the other one I'd like to get a chance at once you know whom I mean, the other fellow, the spy, the man who used to work for you." "Goliah?" said Father Fouchard. Silvine, who had resumed her sewing, dropped it in her lap and listened with intense interest. "That's his name, Goliah!
They were near the end of the line, and as there was now no impediment in their way, he was enabled to keep them in view as far as the Faubourg of Torcy, as they traversed the level road which leads to Iges between gardens and truck farms. "Ah!" murmured Silvine, distressed by what she had just seen, fixing her eyes on Honore's body, "it may be that the dead have the better part!"
He did not go so far, however, as to prohibit Maurice and Prosper from taking Jean from the horse and laying him on the great table in the kitchen. Silvine ran and got the bolster from her bed and slipped it beneath the head of the wounded man, who was still unconscious.
And it was to the retirement of his sequestered chamber that Silvine, sobbing and disheveled, came for shelter, her form convulsed by such a storm of anguish that at first he could not grasp the meaning of the rambling, inarticulate words that fell from her blanched lips. She kept constantly repeating the same terrified gesture, as if to thrust from before her eyes some hideous, haunting vision.
"And then," continued Silvine, "I don't know how it happened, but all at once the uproar was succeeded by a deathlike stillness. I had gone upstairs and was looking from a window that commanded a view of the street and fields.
Prosper had stopped to let the donkey drink from the stream. "Ah, how pleasant it is here!" he involuntarily exclaimed in his delight. Silvine cast an astonished look about her, as if wondering how it was that she, too, could feel the influence of the peaceful scene. Why should there be repose and happiness in that hidden nook, when surrounding it on every side were sorrow and affliction?
All the information he could get from him, however, was of the vaguest; yes, it was over that way; you turned to the left, after passing a big field of potatoes. Immediately she was in possession of this slender clue Silvine insisted on starting out again.
"Very well; I wish to be of service to you as far as lies in my power; I will take you. As regards the question of wages, though, you must not speak of it until the war is over, for really I am not in need of anyone and the times are too hard." Silvine, who had remained seated with Charlot on her lap, had never once taken her eyes from Prosper's face.
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