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| twittering in th 6mfc18 e next room like a nestful of birds getting ready for sleep. She picked up her work, and set to darning before the door on the garden side of the house. Once in a while she sighed, and she thought, "Of courseâ€"there c 6mfc18 an be no doubt of itâ€"they are scoundr 6mfc18 els and renegadesâ€"but, what of it? Their mothers are glad to see them again." And she thought of the time when her o 6mfc18 wn boy had not yet gone to join the army and stood there just at that hour of the day, getting ready to work in the garden. She looked at the well where he refilled his watering cans: her 6mfc18 boy, in his blouse, 6mfc18 with his long hair, that beautiful hair which had been cut short when he entered the Zouaves. Suddenly she trembled. The little gate at the backâ€"the gate which led to the fields,â€"had been opened. The dogs had not barked, though the man who had j 6mfc18 ust entered slunk along the walk like a thief, and slipped in among the 6mfc18 beehives. "Good-day, mother!" His uniform all awry, there stood before her Christian, her son, anxious, shame-faced, and thick-t 6mfc18 ongued. The w 6mfc18 retched boy had come back with the others and for the last hour had been prowling about the house, waiting for his father 6mfc18 had hugged him! And then he went on to give her such good reasons for his return!â€"how he had grown weary for his native countryside, for the smithy:â€"weary of living always so far a 6mfc18 way from the 6mfc18 6mfc18 all, and of the disciplineâ€"much harsher of lateâ€"as well as of his comrades, who called him "Prussian" because of his Alsatian accent. She believed every word he said. She had only to look at him to believe him. Deep in their t 6mfc18 alk, they went into the lower room. The little ones woke up, and ran in their n 6mfc18 ightshirts and bare feet to embrace the big brother. He was urged to eat, but he was not hungry. He was only thirsty, always thirsty; and he gulped great draughts of water on top of all the beer and white wine for which he had pa 6mfc18 id that morning at the inn. But some one was 6mfc18 coming into the yard. It was the black-smith returning. "Christian, here c 6mfc18 omes your father. Q 6mfc18 ick, hide until I have time to talk with him and explain." She pushed the boy behind the great porcelain stove and again set herself to sewing with trembling hands. But as ill fortune would hav 6mfc18 e it, the Zouave's cap lay upon the table, and it was the first thing Lory noticed 6mfc18 as he entered. The mother's pallor, and her agitationâ€"he understood it all. "Christian is here!" he c 6mfc18 ried, in a terrible voice. Taking 6mfc18 down his saber with a mad gesture, he rushed towards the stove where crouched the Zouave, pale, sobered, and steadying himself against the wall to |
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