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Updated: May 14, 2025
In his accent there was something poignantly familiar to Maryette, and she turned with a start and looked at him out of her dark blue, tear-marred eyes. "Are you also American?" she asked. "Gunner observer, American air squadron, mademoiselle." "An airman?" "Yes. My machine was shot down in Nivelle woods an hour ago."
Return your sapphires to the jeweler's; they are an unnecessary expense now. But get an astrological bangle and wear it. Fear not; in a few weeks you shall be well." Sasi's smile illumined his tear-marred face like sudden sun over a sodden landscape. "Beloved guru, shall I take the medicines prescribed by the doctors?" Sri Yukteswar's glance was longanimous.
Keeping her tear-marred face turned away from him, she slowly got up, and slowly found the broom and swept it all into a little heap on the newspaper that lay where he had left it. Suddenly she threw back her head. Her eyes shone with a new resolution. He watched her, wondering. With a quick, firm step, she carried the rolled-up paper to the stove and shoved it far into the glowing embers.
"In the name of God," he growled, "what’s that child doing there!" The airman in leather followed him across the road to the oak; the girl looked up at them out of dark, tear-marred eyes that seemed dazed. "Well, little one!" rumbled the big, red-faced gendarme. "What’s your name? you who sit here all alone at the wood’s edge with a dead man across your knees?"
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